1. Samhain Celebration


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    It was a small shop. It carried the oddities of the world. The things that odd people needed for their potions and lotions and curative powders. It was dark, no matter how many lights he lit. The windows were covered with old dust and cobwebs. Shelves lined every wall, and some were filled with vials and bottles and boxes of ingredients needed for many an unusual concoction or elixir. It was not a lucrative shop. It was all Harold and his mother had, inherited from his father when he died years ago. Harold tended the shop while his mother sat in the back room reading her romance novels. She also slept there. She couldn't make it up the stairs to the bedrooms upstairs. That's what she told Harold. He had fitted it with all her needs. It had its own bathroom. He obtained his powders and herbs and liquids from people here in town, who gathered some from the woodlands surrounding the city, and from sellers abroad. His sources were quite often shamans and herbalists in the third world, but also China and India. And obscure persons delving deep in the dark forests of the Old World. Not a lot of people came in anymore. Several Wiccan covens found uses for his products. Some youngsters playing Satanic games would come in and ask for this or that ingredient for a spell they had found online. And there were several practitioners of Santería in the city. Also, traditional medical practitioners from the orient came in sometimes, when they ran out of their own supplies. They used his ...
    products to concoct their medicines. It was a large city and his shop was located in a narrow street just a few blocks from the central business district. It was hard to find, but it did manage to make enough money for his and his mother's simple needs. Harold was thirty-two years old. His father died when he was only four. He didn't remember his father. After he finished school he took over the shop to help his mother. His formal education was not great, but he was well read from the library of books the shop also sold, mostly having to do with the occult and the strange. His father had collected many volumes of other subjects, so Harold never lacked for reading material, from here in the shop, and from the library, when he was not catering to his mother's needs. She had become something of an invalid after her husband died. She claimed it was the stress. She never told Harold what her doctors said, but she always seemed to be feeling poorly, and Harold was her only caregiver. She claimed to be completely disabled when Harold finally took over. He inherited his good looks from his father, who gave him his athletic body, and his height. He was over six feet tall. His hair was dark brown and he let it grow a little longer than he should have, but he didn't get out much. He often wondered what his father had seen in his mother, even if it might seem disloyal to her. She had always been short, shriveled, and spiteful. Meeting women had always been out of the question. He had always ...
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