Deanna the witch

Well, I have started a relationship with a witch. It's not a boyfriend/girlfriend type thing, but more of a physical relationship. I have known her for a little while and we took it to the next level during a party on New Years.

I find her interesting because she is not the image of a witch that I have in my mind. I always thought witches were the goth looking chicks with the jet black hair, facial rings and that heroin gaze, but Deanna looks nothing like that.

She is ok looking. She does have a couple of tattoo's, one of which is directly between her lung warts and one on her arm. The thing I find most appealing is her attitude. She is one of those girls that just doesnt care what people think of her and she is highly intelligent.

The first time I messed around with her I didnt remember much because I had been drinking Jagermeister. After that night we talked on the phone some and she invited me over to her house for dinner.

When I got there she was making some type of squash soup. She is a vegetarian, so there was no meat to go along with this putrid looking soup. She did serve it with a loaf of cranberry pumpernickel bread and a glass of red wine which seemed to somewhat mask the taste of the soup. During the meal we talked a lot of witchcraft.

She said for as long as she could remember she had been interested in witchcraft, but then she watched the movie "The Crucible" and it convinced her that she was not only a witch, but that she was also the reincarnated spirit of "Martha Cory". Apparently, this is one of the women who was accused of being a witch during the Salem Witch Trials. Also, she was hanged because of those allegations. Deanna's proof is not only her "witch sense" but she also has had several conversations with Martha, and Deanna's middle name is Martha. How can anyone say she isn’t Martha? An interesting side note here is that Deanna claims to be "e-mail buddies" with Winona Ryder and that Winona is also a witch. She even showed me one of the e-mails.

I must have been acting like I didn’t believe her because she then asked me if I wanted her to prove that she can speak with Martha anytime she wants. I told her that was alright because I believed her; in reality she was really scaring the hell out of me and I didn’t want the whole witchcraft thing to escalate any further than it already had, but Deanna became hell-bent on proving her powers to me.

Now, I'm thinking that she is going to start dancing around and stuff, kind of like an Indian, but I was wrong. She went into her room and retrieved a small wooden box. The box, she claims, came from Salem and she bought it on E-bay for $345. Anyway, she pulls out these stamps, or something I thought were stamps and proceeds to place one under her tongue. After doing this she removed her clothes (shirt and pants) and sprayed some type of perfume on herself that, to me, smelled an awful lot like cat urine. She then sat down in a chair with her eyes closed and hummed a song. There were no candles; no darkness, nothing like that. It was just her sitting there in her bra and panties humming a song.

After about 10 minutes of humming she says: Hi, Martha. How are you? If you're thinking this can't get any weirder, you're wrong. Deanna then changed into Martha, complete with English accent, and answered herself: I'm well. I've just been in the back patching some garments.

For about the next 15 minutes I sat there and watched this insane spectacle. "They" talked about quilt making, selling stuff on craigslist and some guy named "Dobber". I have to say it was nothing but total entertainment.

Once Martha left, Deanna and I had a conversation about how she isn’t much of a "spell witch", though she can conjure spells when need be, but rather, she is a witch that can materialize and dematerialize at will, read and influence the thoughts of humans (she said through witchcraft she was able to convince her boss to give her a raise), look into the thoughts of animals (such as a penguin in Antarctica), and, of course, speak to the dead. By the by, the LSD serves to unlock her supernatural powers.

She convinced me of her powers, or, at least she convinced me of her mind reading powers because she read mine. I wanted to pound her. Not only that, but I wanted her to spit wash my gag mallet, and she even knew that I wanted her to tea bag me! Don't tell me she can't read minds.

She took me back to her room and proceeded to take me on a journey of fornication most can only dream about. She was gymnast flexible and she had complete control of her vaginal muscles. It really felt like she had vise in her cock garage and at one point I actually feared that she might squeeze my gut buster completely off.

Probably the coolest thing was when I was thumping her from behind and she had me pour hot candle wax over her balloon knot and then use a small vibrator on it while I continued drilling her. She is a total freak and I am not finished with her.