1. New Life in Rianate 7


    Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cum Swallowing, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Romance, School, Written by women, Author: Lustful11, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    in front of the candle. I poured Cade and put his dish in front of Autumn. I got the last of Ross out of the glass and sat him behind the yellow Math candle. Lastly, I placed my mother in front of Fire. (Was it weird that I was calling the dust people? After all, it kind of was.) I laughed aloud at myself then stood up and brushed the dirt off of my legs. Now, I had to call the affinities according to a compass rose—counter clockwise. I cleared my head, focused on my circle and mentally prepared myself for what might happen with a little poofball of power(we never know). My original powers had had a poem in the book, so, before I even touched a candle, I took five deep breaths and stood in the middle with the burning purifier resting at my feet. “Air blow away that which is tainted, Fire burn through the blackness of hatred, Water wash clean evil intentions unstated, Earth nourish my soul with Darkness abated, Spirit fill me so that death I am emancipated.” I waltzed over to the grey candle and sighed. “It fills us and breathes life into us. I call Air to this circle.” I touched my fingertip to the candle’s wick and instantly the soft breeze turned riotous, whipping my hair loose from the braid and sending leaves aloft in the dark night. The air was crisp and cool. A refreshing bath of tangible nothing that snapped my skin and surged through my head. I grasped my fingers at nothing, but caught a blissful breeze that flowed through my fingers. As the wind kept up and the ...
    breeze was coursing through my body, I took three steps to Stealth and sighed. I had no idea what this would feel like, so, it was all a matter of guessing. “It keeps us quiet and discreet. I call Stealth to this circle.” I touched the tall orange candle and in an instant, I was light on my feet, and all that was audible was the thumping of my racing heartbeat. Not even that, it was like everything went still and that pounding was imaginary and no one could hear it. I glanced at the orange dust that was Indiana… seeing the powder slowly dance like a agile lion stalking its prey. I stepped over to the bright red candle and beamed at the dust. “It warms and succors us. I call Fire to this circle.” With no assistance, the red candle burst into flame so more luminous than any other. I lurched back a step when the glowing embers leaped and twirled in a fiery dance, twinkling like stars in hot swirling air and spurting into a blazing shower of sparks like a fountain. The nascent fire played like a kid with a new toy, its flames leaped in excitement, its quiet crackling like so much laughter in the woods. The dust, which was my Mother, started swirling inside of the bowl like she was excited as the flames glistened and danced for her own amusement. I whispered a “hey mom!” then went off to the purple candle and bit my lip as the lavender wafted its conciliating scents. “It is our essence. I call Spirit to this circle.” Before I even lit the candle I could feel my soul lift with the ...
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