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Simone's dark eyes focused on the lead singer as he stood front and center on the platform strumming his guitar. Broad shoulders, slender hips. Tall, lanky, not too thin. She liked what she saw.
Rick Carver had chiseled features with soft blue gray eyes and chestnut wavy hair that fell tenuously across his strong brow. With a voice like crushed velvet, he crooned his version of Percy Mayfield's "Please Send Me Someone to Love" into the chromed microphone while her guests danced with their arms wrapped around one another on the Spanish tile floor in front of the small stage.
For a mortal he was quite the specimen. He had been born with potential for greatness but too many scars had kept him from continuing down that path. The savage war between mortals had taken its toll on his spirit. She could sense his loss and pain. She understood the reason he chose to sing in a post war dance band but nothing could deny his heroic nature.
She surprised herself by taking such a keen interest in reading him. She rarely bothered with humans. Mortals were dangerous for witches. It didn't matter to her what they achieved in their pathetic lives. It was necessary to get along with them in their frivolous world, but getting too close could lead to her being stripped of her powers or worse, possibly being burned at the stake. Not by mortals, those days were past but nothing prevented her from being torched by her own kind. Her magical powers, her very life were far more important than a human's fleeting and often troublesome existence. This one was different and her curiosity to know why he caught her attention overrode her usual strong sense of self preservation. She moved cautiously towards the edge of the stage to take a closer look.
Simone strolled slowly in front of him as she connected with his expressive, soulful eyes. He sang a Jimmy Liggins classic "Baby, I Can't Forget You". A knowing smile crossed her scarlet painted lips at the same time it crossed his. He was a fine specimen of a mortal man indeed. Her hips swayed slowly from side to side to the rhythm of the music as he watched her, his emotions written across his movie star face. Simone was a magnificent creature. Gleaming raven hair, wrapped into a high fashion chignon, held in place by tiny jeweled snowflake hairpins. She was shapely, with long limbs and a wasp waist, not too tall but not too short, just right. Her formfitting burgundy satin dress hugged her in all the right places. He was enchanted by her exotic beauty and she knew it.
Simone glanced back over her shoulder and smiled once again. She could practically hear his heart pounding out of his chest. His eyes followed her as she slowly walked across the length of the dance floor away from him. Men were always aroused by her dark beauty. Nothing new about that, but this time she found herself completely beguiled by the handsome singer. That was new. Not in a typical way. Even though she'd bang him in an instant, there was something different about him she liked. She wanted to know everything about him. This intrigued and concerned her at the same time.
Simone was already making plans to take it a step further on that cool California night. After all it was Winter Solstice and she was feeling a bit provocative. She wasn't certain how far she wanted to take this dalliance. The night would make that decision for her.
The band was packing up when she decided to make her first move. She knew Rick Carver was too much of a gentleman to make advances toward his client so it was entirely up to her. She had hired his band from a small ad she found in the Los Angeles Times. It wasn't the first band she called but it was the first band that called her back. Being so close to the Holidays, she was lucky to find a combo with an opening. The Rick Carver Four had a last minute cancellation and Mr. Carver himself called her to say they would be glad to take the gig. She immediately liked his voice and hired him over the phone without suggesting an audition.
Simone could never tell him the occasion wasn't Christmas or Chanukah but instead, the holiest of days for witches and warlocks. In ancient times her kind would have been circling a caldron, dressed in black, beneath a full moon with the smell of burning sage swirling around them, but this was modern day Los Angeles, 1952. Instead, they gathered in the courtyard of Simone's lavish Hollywood Hills home and celebrated in the contemporary style of drinks, music and dancing.
The cavernous mansion she called home sweet home was built in the twenties by an up and coming movie mogul whom quickly went broke when talkies became the newest thing. She fell in love with the Art Deco inspired beauty at first sight and was able to purchase it for a very reasonable price. It sat high above Sunset Blvd and was aptly named Casa de Cristal, in translation House of Glass.
It was constructed with massive windows all the way around the side that overlooked the neon, billboards and roving spotlights bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) of Tinsel Town below. She lived there with her long time companion of many decades, Helena. A fiery, freckled redhead with full firm breasts, shapely thighs and flashing dark brown eyes. Some would comment on her resemblance to Rita Hayworth. To Simone, Helena represented a soft place to land when things got hard. She couldn't imagine her life without her.
Simone and Helena had met at a coven in Spain nearly forty years ago. Witches don't age like mortals. They were now well into their late eighties but both looked to be about mid twenties.
Simone was bisexual but her lover Helena was strictly into women. It had caused some interesting fights between them throughout the years. Simone loved Helena intensely but even that could not squelch her need for the occasional penis. When she had cravings for a male lover, she never had difficulty attracting them. The problems only arose when they wanted to stay in her life after she and especially Helena didn't want them around anymore. Usually a few simple spells involving the enamored suitor's memory would send them on their way. The two passionate lesbian lovers would then settle back down to their very reclusive, contented existence high above the city on Mulholland Drive.
Simone lingered nearby watching Mr. Carver put away his equipment as he meticulously disconnected and coiled up endless lengths of electrical cords. He had an incredible ass, tight and muscular. She could see the distinct concaves on the sides of his hips. So different from a woman's fuller rounded curves. Angular, firm and they deepened when they thrust their hips deep into a woman's vagina. She loved that.
If Mr. Carver noticed Simone staring at him, he didn't let on. She was content to quietly watch him bend and flex his sinewy masculine frame.
Simone glanced behind her to the large cluster of Bird of Paradise on the far side of the pool. Helena was hiding there, glaring in her direction. She was watching Simone admire Rick Carver's exquisite attributes.
Simone softly sighed. She'd have to spend some extra time later satisfying the very beautiful but equally insecure Helena. Fortunately, Simone could eat pussy better than anyone else Helena had ever known. It was sheer pleasure to bury her face into the blazing copper cunt of her tempestuous lover. It gave her extreme satisfaction to lick Helena's swollen salmon colored clit until she was screaming out to the heavens for sweet release.
To be fair, Helena was also an expert at carpet munching. She could bring Simone to some of the most intense and pleasurable orgasms, over and over again. It gave Simone ample time to fantasize about having a huge dick plunging in and out of her sopping wet vagina while Helena demonstrated her exquisite expertise in cunnilingus.
Helena never knew what Simone's fantasies revolved around. Certainly she didn't know they involved fucking men. If Simone had anything to say about it, the beautiful redhead would never find out. Even so, there was nothing quite as satisfying as a woman's soft touch. Soft curves pressing into equally soft curves, breasts, thighs, vaginas. It was a comforting feeling.
Right now she had more pressing business at hand as she licked her red lips and admired her next casual suitor with hungry eyes. "Mr. Carver." Her voice, soft and sultry. "I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed your quartet tonight." Rick straightened up and turned to face her. It nearly took her breath away. He was so incredibly handsome. She managed to complete her thought. "You boys really know how to entertain a crowd." She tried not to let on how attracted she was to him. It simply wasn't her style to gush. She managed to maintain her cool exterior but she wasn't about to let this one slip through her fingers before she had her way with him.
"Thank you Miss Barteau. You have excellent taste in music." His smile was electrifying. "We don't get too many requests for solid R
Rick Carver had chiseled features with soft blue gray eyes and chestnut wavy hair that fell tenuously across his strong brow. With a voice like crushed velvet, he crooned his version of Percy Mayfield's "Please Send Me Someone to Love" into the chromed microphone while her guests danced with their arms wrapped around one another on the Spanish tile floor in front of the small stage.
For a mortal he was quite the specimen. He had been born with potential for greatness but too many scars had kept him from continuing down that path. The savage war between mortals had taken its toll on his spirit. She could sense his loss and pain. She understood the reason he chose to sing in a post war dance band but nothing could deny his heroic nature.
She surprised herself by taking such a keen interest in reading him. She rarely bothered with humans. Mortals were dangerous for witches. It didn't matter to her what they achieved in their pathetic lives. It was necessary to get along with them in their frivolous world, but getting too close could lead to her being stripped of her powers or worse, possibly being burned at the stake. Not by mortals, those days were past but nothing prevented her from being torched by her own kind. Her magical powers, her very life were far more important than a human's fleeting and often troublesome existence. This one was different and her curiosity to know why he caught her attention overrode her usual strong sense of self preservation. She moved cautiously towards the edge of the stage to take a closer look.
Simone strolled slowly in front of him as she connected with his expressive, soulful eyes. He sang a Jimmy Liggins classic "Baby, I Can't Forget You". A knowing smile crossed her scarlet painted lips at the same time it crossed his. He was a fine specimen of a mortal man indeed. Her hips swayed slowly from side to side to the rhythm of the music as he watched her, his emotions written across his movie star face. Simone was a magnificent creature. Gleaming raven hair, wrapped into a high fashion chignon, held in place by tiny jeweled snowflake hairpins. She was shapely, with long limbs and a wasp waist, not too tall but not too short, just right. Her formfitting burgundy satin dress hugged her in all the right places. He was enchanted by her exotic beauty and she knew it.
Simone glanced back over her shoulder and smiled once again. She could practically hear his heart pounding out of his chest. His eyes followed her as she slowly walked across the length of the dance floor away from him. Men were always aroused by her dark beauty. Nothing new about that, but this time she found herself completely beguiled by the handsome singer. That was new. Not in a typical way. Even though she'd bang him in an instant, there was something different about him she liked. She wanted to know everything about him. This intrigued and concerned her at the same time.
Simone was already making plans to take it a step further on that cool California night. After all it was Winter Solstice and she was feeling a bit provocative. She wasn't certain how far she wanted to take this dalliance. The night would make that decision for her.
The band was packing up when she decided to make her first move. She knew Rick Carver was too much of a gentleman to make advances toward his client so it was entirely up to her. She had hired his band from a small ad she found in the Los Angeles Times. It wasn't the first band she called but it was the first band that called her back. Being so close to the Holidays, she was lucky to find a combo with an opening. The Rick Carver Four had a last minute cancellation and Mr. Carver himself called her to say they would be glad to take the gig. She immediately liked his voice and hired him over the phone without suggesting an audition.
Simone could never tell him the occasion wasn't Christmas or Chanukah but instead, the holiest of days for witches and warlocks. In ancient times her kind would have been circling a caldron, dressed in black, beneath a full moon with the smell of burning sage swirling around them, but this was modern day Los Angeles, 1952. Instead, they gathered in the courtyard of Simone's lavish Hollywood Hills home and celebrated in the contemporary style of drinks, music and dancing.
The cavernous mansion she called home sweet home was built in the twenties by an up and coming movie mogul whom quickly went broke when talkies became the newest thing. She fell in love with the Art Deco inspired beauty at first sight and was able to purchase it for a very reasonable price. It sat high above Sunset Blvd and was aptly named Casa de Cristal, in translation House of Glass.
It was constructed with massive windows all the way around the side that overlooked the neon, billboards and roving spotlights bahis siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/) of Tinsel Town below. She lived there with her long time companion of many decades, Helena. A fiery, freckled redhead with full firm breasts, shapely thighs and flashing dark brown eyes. Some would comment on her resemblance to Rita Hayworth. To Simone, Helena represented a soft place to land when things got hard. She couldn't imagine her life without her.
Simone and Helena had met at a coven in Spain nearly forty years ago. Witches don't age like mortals. They were now well into their late eighties but both looked to be about mid twenties.
Simone was bisexual but her lover Helena was strictly into women. It had caused some interesting fights between them throughout the years. Simone loved Helena intensely but even that could not squelch her need for the occasional penis. When she had cravings for a male lover, she never had difficulty attracting them. The problems only arose when they wanted to stay in her life after she and especially Helena didn't want them around anymore. Usually a few simple spells involving the enamored suitor's memory would send them on their way. The two passionate lesbian lovers would then settle back down to their very reclusive, contented existence high above the city on Mulholland Drive.
Simone lingered nearby watching Mr. Carver put away his equipment as he meticulously disconnected and coiled up endless lengths of electrical cords. He had an incredible ass, tight and muscular. She could see the distinct concaves on the sides of his hips. So different from a woman's fuller rounded curves. Angular, firm and they deepened when they thrust their hips deep into a woman's vagina. She loved that.
If Mr. Carver noticed Simone staring at him, he didn't let on. She was content to quietly watch him bend and flex his sinewy masculine frame.
Simone glanced behind her to the large cluster of Bird of Paradise on the far side of the pool. Helena was hiding there, glaring in her direction. She was watching Simone admire Rick Carver's exquisite attributes.
Simone softly sighed. She'd have to spend some extra time later satisfying the very beautiful but equally insecure Helena. Fortunately, Simone could eat pussy better than anyone else Helena had ever known. It was sheer pleasure to bury her face into the blazing copper cunt of her tempestuous lover. It gave her extreme satisfaction to lick Helena's swollen salmon colored clit until she was screaming out to the heavens for sweet release.
To be fair, Helena was also an expert at carpet munching. She could bring Simone to some of the most intense and pleasurable orgasms, over and over again. It gave Simone ample time to fantasize about having a huge dick plunging in and out of her sopping wet vagina while Helena demonstrated her exquisite expertise in cunnilingus.
Helena never knew what Simone's fantasies revolved around. Certainly she didn't know they involved fucking men. If Simone had anything to say about it, the beautiful redhead would never find out. Even so, there was nothing quite as satisfying as a woman's soft touch. Soft curves pressing into equally soft curves, breasts, thighs, vaginas. It was a comforting feeling.
Right now she had more pressing business at hand as she licked her red lips and admired her next casual suitor with hungry eyes. "Mr. Carver." Her voice, soft and sultry. "I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed your quartet tonight." Rick straightened up and turned to face her. It nearly took her breath away. He was so incredibly handsome. She managed to complete her thought. "You boys really know how to entertain a crowd." She tried not to let on how attracted she was to him. It simply wasn't her style to gush. She managed to maintain her cool exterior but she wasn't about to let this one slip through her fingers before she had her way with him.
"Thank you Miss Barteau. You have excellent taste in music." His smile was electrifying. "We don't get too many requests for solid R