Lipstick Lesbian Tales #2: The Coven
ABIGAIL SEDUCED BY A COVEN OF WITCHES! Interested in witchcraft, Abigail meets a mysterious stranger in a used bookstore’s occult section. Invited to a Halloween party at the stranger’s house, the curious woman arrives to find several beautiful ladies engaged in a strange ceremony. Abigail has never loved a woman before, but that’s about to change. What will happen when she pleases several?
Includes: coven, cunnilingus, ff, ffff, fingering, goth, group, initiation, lingerie, masturbation, menage, older woman, rimming, sixty-nine, stilettos, train, witch
Print Length: 25 pages
Type: Standalone Story (For Men & Women)
Price: $2.99
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Lipstick Lesbian Tales #2: The Coven (Excerpt)
Back in my mid-twenties, I was a novice concerning witchcraft and the occult, but I read voraciously. I used to frequent this old used bookstore in an Eastside neighborhood. An ancient balding woman sat with many cats as she slung battered copies of classic books. Nice enough, although a little abrupt, the lady seemed eccentric and outdated. Her bread and butter came from copies of The Catcher in the Rye or Fahrenheit 451, but a tiny occult section in the back drew me away from the mainstream books. As an amateur witch, I wanted to understand magic and mysticism, so I spent many hours browsing this section for the genre’s hidden gems.
One special day, I cruised through the sub-section on Theosophy and Spiritualism. I returned a book about Helena Blavatsky to the shelf. I liked her work, but I wanted something darker. I moved over a step. I eyed the C-section. Aleister Crowley? He should be in Thelema, not Theosophy. I grabbed the book so the old lady could refile it when another hand closed over mine.
Sparks ran through my body at her ladylike touch.
A moment ensued.
Then, we let go but a strange emotion gripped me.
I turned to her. Her blonde hair and dark eyes stressed her mysterious beauty.
I smiled.
She returned my expression and spoke in a haunting voice.
“I’ve never seen you in here. Do you browse this section often?”
I stammered, “Y-Yes.”
Her eyes mesmerized me. Something about her aura charmed like a vampire. I looked at her in disbelief, glanced away, and then returned my attention to those eyes. In a soft voice, I added, “I come here every Thursday, but a dark mood gripped me, so I thought a new book might cheer me up.”
“Well, you won’t find anything too cheery in this section, my dear,” the mysterious woman said with refinement.
Her eyes peered into my soul.
I gathered confidence. With courage, I said, “What’s your name, miss?”
I offered her my hand.
She ignored my question, but took my hand and shook it. Energy went through my body again.
We stood there in silence until she said, “What brings you to Theosophy? What wisdom do you glean from it? I was looking for Crowley and I found him, but in the wrong section.”
“I don’t know. Um, I’m always looking for knowledge. I’m interested in witchcraft, but the store is rather empty at the moment.”
She looked away from me to the books, and relief washed over me. Before I could relish it, her powerful gaze snapped back to mine, and she laughed, “Ha-ha. I know because I bought them all.”
“Really? You’re into witchcraft?” I said.
She shrugged, placed her finger on a random book’s spine, and said, “I’m more than into it. I live it. I breathe it. I practiced for many years.”
By “years,” I got the sense she meant more than humanly possible. Fear gripped me.
I banished the panic inside and pretended composure. I muttered. “Oh, that’s very interesting.”
An expression crept across her lips. A sneer combined with a smile.
She said, “Not really. It’s just what I do.”
I blurted, “I’d love to know more about it. I’ve only been researching it for a year.”
Instantly, I regretted revealing that information.
She smiled again, snickered, and said, “You seem like a nice one, so I’ll let you in on a little secret. Tonight, I’m having a Halloween party at my house with a few very important guests. We’re very knowledgeable about such things. If you come, I’ll introduce you. You’ll learn more about magic from them than from any book. And don’t worry, it’s not a costume party, so don’t bother with that silliness.”
I couldn’t believe she invited me. I searched her eyes to see if a joke formed there. Seriousness was all I saw.
I said, “I don’t know. I’m supposed to meet my boyfriend. We’ve been dating about two months, and he’s a little insecure. Can he come?”
The woman’s expression changed to that of a disappointed mother. She said, “Well, no. I’m afraid not. It’s ladies only.”
To Be Continued…
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If you want to read more lipstick lesbian stories, please check out Lipstick Lesbian Vampire Tales or for a print collection see Lipstick Lesbian Tales: The Collection.
