The Satanic Witch Ritual aka (The Lilith Touch) !
Her hand was slowly circling around her clitoris. Her mound was completely hairless with a thin soft pink slit in the middle. She was feeling a slightly warm pressure and a hardening of her spot. Her breath was getting shorter. Her shapely legs were spread out over the bed. She could watch herself in the massive smoked ceiling mirror. Her black silk nightie was open revealing her inner thighs and fanny. She was wearing pink high heel slippers, one of which was flat on the bed thus tensing the curves on her calf, which added to her sensuality already exquisitely developed. Her long jet-black hair contrasted, with her ashen soft skin. She could see the globes of her breasts shine as her nipples hardened. The top of her nightie was unfastened, as the movement of her hand went faster and faster. She started letting out small screechy cries. The orgasm wasn’t far, she was transpiring, her skin was shining in the light on the side table. Yes, this was it, her hand was much more precise with her middle finger right on target. As she applied a slight pressure on her button she started to squeal. She was finally coming; the orgasm was on the verge of exploding. Yes it was there. She let out a long scream of satisfaction; it felt as if her entire body was vibrating with electrical current running everywhere. It was flowing through her veins, her muscles, up her spine and into her head, which was shivering hot and cold. All her senses were alert with each nerve ending of her body fully aware of its being. She was living a moment sheer paradise. Her eyes were shut and her mind was absorbing every second of this instant of plenitude and absolute pleasure. She lay there for a few moments until she finally came back to reality. It had been one of the most intense orgasms he had had in a long time.
It was nine a.m. and she was now wondering what she was going to do the rest of the day. Lilith’s husband Stanley had left for the office an hour earlier and she now was free until the evening. She stood up and went to her wardrobe. It was in keeping with the rest of the bedroom. Huge and white, it gave off a feeling of warmth, which harmonized perfectly with the deep and thick white fitted carpet on the floor. As she looked in the wardrobe mirror, she could see how her soft features and large clear blue eyes matched so perfectly. The thin black line of mascara did give a strange effect on her eyes. Lilith often thought they were too light for her skin, itself
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already very pale, but it added charm and wonder, in a peculiar way, to her already awesome look, the gothic raven hair doing the rest.
She slipped out of her nightie and shook her slippers off as she strolled to the bathroom. Opening the hot water tap Lilith poured green bath salts into the pink tub then climbed in after having kicked the door closed and turned on the radio on the white wall cabinet. She lay down closing her eyes at the same time. Her hand naturally went to her clitoris once again as she slowly sunk to the bottom of the tub grinning to herself.
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Stanley was sitting in his office with a photograph of Lilith on his desk. He was about five feet ten with fair hair and he had rather soft features for a man. Although he shaved everyday, it was just to stay clean but he really didn’t need to. He loved his wife very much especially sexually and the entire office knew it. The building he worked in was a large white block with four major rooms and small cubicles in straight rows covering the entire surface. The ratio of men to women was about three to two in favour of the male gender. The females went from the ages of twenty to about forty, and all were extremely attractive as if they were in perpetual competition with each other, but one could wonder why. Apart from a few exceptionally well-built men, most were very ordinary and had nothing in particular to offer a real female in heat. One did make an exception, Terence Lomax, Stanley’s immediate manager in the back office but he had his head continuously in figures. He was the mathematical and commercial type.
Although Stanley was thirty, and had had a few women before his wife, he’d never known anyone as wild and sensuous as Lilith. He had a good job and he knew that he could give her everything she wanted financially speaking but she continuously insisted in getting a job herself. She said she needed the contacts and external energies because they were essential for her metabolism and couldn’t live without a social and professional life. Nonetheless, Stanley was a very old fashion and jealous man and he didn’t like the idea of his wife flaunting herself in an office full of young hot-blooded males, or anywhere else for that matter. Especially if it meant placing himself in a competitive position that sooner or later would have an adverse effect on his relationship with his wife. He knew that he really wasn’t a top gun in bed.
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For him, Lilith’s place was in the home and not running around the streets meeting every Tom, Dick, or Harry she could lay her hands on. She belonged to him and that was that. He was sure that she loved him but to what extent, that he was uncertain about. They’d been married for three years and didn’t have any children and that perturb him somewhat, but he put it down to a time factor. They were young and he had to build his career. They had plenty of time for that. Unfortunately, they did share a secret, which wasn’t really compatible with starting a family. Apart from that, he had no idea that Lilth didn’t want any offspring with him, that her sole purpose for having married him was to climb the social ladder and although she was a competent commercial agent in his firm when they first met, all he wanted was to have a wife and children so he asked her to leave the firm which she did without any fuss for her plans involved freedom of movement above all. He’d really struck lucky when he first asked her out as his office pals often reminded him teasingly. It wasn’t he who’d caught the witch but the witch who’d hooked him and she could do whatever she wanted with him. The witch in this case was meant as a compliment towards her physical and mental aptitudes.
As the phone rang he came back to the present and shook his head thinking that sooner or later, she’d see things his way, at least, that’s what he hoped. He picked up the phone.
‘Hello, Stanley White, how can I help you?’
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Lilith was sitting in front of her dresser combing her long black hair and still daydreaming. She had made up her mind; she was going to perform her Satanic Witch Ritual today. She grinned at her image in the mirror as he looked at her perfect twenty eight year old shapely soft white and beautiful body. She was naked on her chair and sitting upright. She admired her faultless curves. This was going to be a really fun day and Stanley would never know about it. The sun was shining, the sky was blue and the day was looking very promising with many possibilities and she was determined to enjoy herself to the full. She wasn’t really planning staying with Stanley anyway so she may as well look around and see what fish she could catch. Her marriage was a blunder, and she certainly wasn’t going to give up her social life for him let alone her professional ambitions. However, that could wait a while; at least
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until she’d made enough money to start her own business and her secret habits would certainly help.
She stood up and went to her shoe cabinet to choose the perfect pair for the day. Yes, the red stilettos would be fine. As she slipped them on, she opened the wardrobe and selected a coat. The ideal match was right in front of her. Her knee length bright cherry raincoat would be impeccable. Smiling at herself, she couldn’t help admiring her sparkling white teeth shining between her dark scarlet lips. The special lipstick pleased her because of it accentuated her gothic look already predominantly breath taking. She knew that Stanley didn’t approve her strange look but that was just too bad. It was her personality that mattered, and no one would ever tell her how to dress. He was cream suit and yellow tie kind of man, even though his colleagues had often told him that it didn’t look very professional in his line of work, being in a commercial office, but that was his way of dressing and he wouldn’t budge from it. If his wife was going about in short black skirts and high heels, he would wear whatever he wanted and no one was going to stop him, even though he did look ridiculous. Today, however, Lilith was going to treat herself to real fun day, provoking as many men as she could. After that, she was determined to have a tête-à-tête with Stanley about her career, well maybe later, she’d probably have something to do first, but for the time being it was only ten o’clock in the morning and her day was about to begin.
She slipped on the red mac and tied the belt around her waist.