Chapter 2

Thinking this now third morning since I started writing all this, I guess what really has brought all this to light as it has and my feelings, thoughts and horrid desires alike has been brought to life really at least seemingly in my mind and deep thoughts it has.

And that was our New Years Eve Party I’m writing the entire story about under my other pen name stick_girl.

Every since that night and Witchy flashing back to her old ways and drugged us every damn one with her past used powerful potions of different uses and the effects they have on each individual as is what happened.

Here it is some now nearly 3 weeks later and I swear what she injected me with has lingered all this time inside my body and mind.

Maybe all our ages now have a lot to do with that happening for us all, at least that is what I gather by everything, given how everyone seems to have lingering affects from it all including Witchy herself.

Maybe my subconscious mind is using that as the excuse for my horrid desire thoughts I’ve had since then.

And now comes the time for my mind to recall and explore and get into the years of my marriage when I was so outright celibate through it all.

I didn’t want sex or even have anything to do with my husband what so ever and he was not any kind of a cuddly sort of man at all anyway.

And there would be flashes at times of desires that would rise up in me and I would secretly rub my clit and finger my pussy.

That whole thing lasted some eight to ten years.

And during that whole time was of course the horrible way I was treated by my husbands entire family.

THEN THE FATEFUL DAY ARRIVED

This is when absolutely everything inside of me outright flowered open into a cataclysmic fireworks of desires and feelings and my mental state of mind went bonkers on me.

The very thing that set it all off was being over at my mother in laws and began hearing all the talk about this new man coming to our little town!

Sitting there I began to hear them all including his own brother talking about his brother coming up here to live and incorporate into their construction business.

That’s how the gossip and the stories began about this brother being involved in wild illicit things like a Satanic Cult, and oh how the gossip flew off the ground from there like a damn rocket ship launched into space.

Hearing all this my whole body and mind exploded immediately into some strange and wild compassion for this man but even more than that was the feelings that at last in my life there was someone who had been through sexual things much as I had.

And that ignited my fire of inner desire and compassion for this man soon coming up here, I wanted to see him and in a totally personal setting, and maybe somehow have someone to at long last be able to honestly tell my all to.

Then that fateful day occurred, when he had arrived and had come over to my mother in laws den of gossip and met everyone, and the moment I sat eyes on that man I swear my panties rumbled with horrid desire.

The man to me was some blonde haired, deep blue eyed total Adonis, like some Greek god of form and belief, he was chiseled out of steel, muscular as muscular could be, and when I walked up and met him face to face and looked into those deep blue eyes of his, I swear I peed in my panties!

When he shook my hand it was like bolts of electricity shot through my entire body with outright total lust and desire, no man in my entire life had ever had that affect on me like he did that fateful day.

Looking into his eyes as we both seemed to be outright staring into each others mind and soul, and I know I shivered all over from both desire and fear, that this man somehow saw into the depths of my pent up and hidden mind and soul.

When I finally stepped away my mother in law gave me an outright stare of hatred, content, and I absolutely swear jealousy was right there with it all!

Her daughter had that same look in her own eyes and face as she to acted this way to me. Like I had won the prize they each so sought.

Denise some many years later after our ordeal that involved that hot pants daughter of hers I have written the story about, and the subsequent own desire of her mom Denise wanting every single bit of it as well, told me as much during our casual conversations after she and I really became friends and lovers.