- Keeping in the spirit of things – a slightly different spin. Anyone else?
“Not in the mood,” I say.
I’m still in bed. You’re wearing your favorite patchwork dress – nothing underneath. It’s what I don’t see: breasts, hips, your dark V.
You don’t care.
You’re a witch. You touch yourself. Your bunched skirt hides what you do.
You arch. Your eyes grow heavy staring into mine. My cock rises, summoned.
You move like a cat. You straddle me. My summoned cock has nowhere to hide. You exhale as you take it inside you – claim it. “Not in the mood,” I moan. How you smile! With a flick of your hip, you witch, you summon my cum.