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not matter where we live in this world; we always have that one
friend who is as important to us as a family member. I have this
special and extremely unique kind of friend in Sarah Harvie, who
lives across the pond from me in the United Kingdom. If not for her
constant pestering for me to write stories of the Lesbian genre,
which she drove me insane with for over two years, I would never have
started writing Lesbian Fiction! I have truly enjoyed penning each
and every short story and of course, The Pink Rose,
sincere thank you Sarah for
all your encouragement, impressive editing skills and,
also, your suggestions for my storylines in not only my erotica, but
other novels I have written under an alternative Pen Name. Your
editing helped bring my stories to life, Thank you.
is your calling in life Sarah, something that you are extremely
talented in and you should be so very proud of your accomplishments.
once again a huge thank you to my Reader, Trish Burton- the poor
bugger never knows what to expect to read when I send chapters off to
her, but she loves them all!
the Seeress (Wicca)
The Matron and the Nurse
Interlude on a Train
Happy Valentine’s Day
An Angry Kind of Love
A Truly Gay Christmas
a Hot Summer’s Afternoon
Scent of a Woman
and the Lady
The Forty Year Old Virgin
The Gynaecologist and the Receptionist
was seated by the kitchen window working on a potion for the Summer
Solstice, Melusina entered the room and closed the door behind her.
She walked towards me, slowly untying her robe letting it fall to the
floor and stood before me naked. Pulling the ribbon out of her hair,
she let it drop and I watched as it cascaded down her back. I could
feel the sexual energy emanating from her body; it was as though a
sudden tempest had shot through to the core of my being. I had never
met a witch that had ever given me reason to desire her as much as
this temptress did.
do not want me my queen?” She asked, her head bowed in respect.
Her voice was almost a whisper and sultry in its timbre. Those
emerald eyes of hers looking up at me, touched my soul and I was
momentarily tempted to reach out and touch her, but I knew that we
had to wait until the Midsummer morn.
impatient virgin princess, yes it is Midsummer’s Eve, but we must
follow the ways of old. I cannot lay with you until after midnight.
We must respect and follow our traditions and lore. You will enter
into your womanhood when the time is right. Settle the fire in your
soul and loins; the flames of lust will soon be dowsed after we
welcome the reign of the Oak King.” I promised.
my queen, it is now one month since my first Saturn Return. I am
almost thirty years old and one of the oldest virgins in all covens.
I have sated myself, of course, but I am still with my virgin shield
deep within my cavern. It must be broken for me to reach the next
level of learning. I am frustrated and yearning your touch.” She
yourself in your robe and be quiet. I understand frustration and
need. It is not the role of the novice witch to entice and instigate
the Virginal Rites with her queen. I am your queen and it is at my
behest when we begin the journey into your muliebrity.”
and frustration tormented her mind. I could understand her emotions,
for I was once in her shoes as a novice, so I was speaking to her
from my own experience. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and
centred my concentration on the spell I was about to cast on my
Melusina was a strong witch and one day, she would rule the covens of
the world, but until my death I was the Queen of the Witches. Using
my magic, I lifted her off the floor and pushed her across to the
chair in the centre of the room, adding a mute spell to keep her
silent. I could feel her fighting against my spell with all the power
she possessed, but her magic was not yet powerful enough to defeat
to the potion, I added linseed fumes, fleabane seeds, roots of
violets and parsley and mixed them in my pestle. This potion would
help me to foresee things that were to come with my prophesying for
the covens, the first night after the summer solstice.
and learn from my actions. I have foreseen your future and if you are
to rule our world as I do, you need to grow your strength of power
and knowledge. To learn of the ancient ways of our craft, is to know
that you will be the strongest witch of all. This I will teach you.
The union of our bodies wilt wait.” I explained to the girl.
need to learn to control your desires and rein in your will. Trust
your instincts and connect with your inner spirit. Gauging
your life by the fire of your loins makes you vulnerable and easily
taken by those who would want to usurp your powers. This they can do
without much ado from the essence of your orgasm. That is the time
when a witch’s spirit and strength is at her lowest ebb. This is
when you need me to be the chaperone of your soul. I am the only
witch who can teach you the power of protection. You have many powers
that still lay dormant within you; I will bring them out one by one
over these next years. You will be as powerful as I am now, but this
strength takes responsibility and to learn this too I will be your
thoughts told me that she wanted to learn all that I could teach her
and felt regret for dishonouring me, promising to make reparations
for her behaviour that night when she was to worship my body.
not help but appreciate her beautiful breasts. Her areolas were large
and bright pink, her nipples erect and begging to be moistened by my
tongue. She draped her left leg over the arm of the chair, the other
she moved far to the right, opening them far enough apart for me to
see the dew of her essence glinting in the light of the fire. She
looked at me smiling, her gaze showing the fire of lust. She was a
beacon of love, of pure femininity, but she would have to wait until
after the midnight hour before her inauguration into womanhood.
Though she was deliciously tempting...
away from her, my thoughts returned to the celebrations of that
night. We were also blessed with the Mead Moon falling on Midsummer’s
Eve. The full moon is what accounted for Melusina’s lascivious
behaviour. This I understood. One day she would too.
covens had already arrived and I waved to them through the window.
The women were stacking oak and fir branches in the field by my
cottage, preparing for the Midsummer’s Eve dance ritual around the
fire. The sacred old oak tree out in the meadow stood proudly
watching over them, its leaves moving gently as the soft breeze from
the outgoing Holly King, blew softly through the air.
was the time when the fire of passion and romance was in the air and
the longest day and shortest night occurred. Each year during, and
before my reign, many celebrations were held by the sacred oak tree.
It would soon be time to give thanks to the return of the sun as the
earth shifted from winter to summer. Honey mead by the barrel was
being rolled under the tree to drink during our celebrations and to
honour the Mead Moon. This was a time of renewal and the equinox also
added potency to the power of any spells we were to cast.
night would see many covens unite as one and dance around the fire.
Dagda was playing the song of the coming changeover of seasons, his
soft tune sang through the breeze. Holly King, the God of the Waning
year was weakening as he readied himself to withdraw into the wheel
of the stars, awaiting the Winter Solstice for his rebirth. The Oak
King was patiently waiting for the dance of the fir and oak to
welcome his arrival. I could already feel his fiery strength as his
flaming fingers sent their warmth to the earth.