"I want nothing more than to make you happy.It must be confusing going against the grain; doing something thatsociety, with its limited views, thinks ...s weird. But I can see how happyyou've been since we got together. I know you love it when I feed you asmuch as I love doing it."I nodded. I felt guilty and kind of sordid but it was true. I did love it."I want to make you the happiest woman on earth," he said. "If that meansyou end up being the biggest woman on earth then so be it. I will. In fact she never kissed like that, even in the beginning.She was softly feeling my lips with hers as if trying to memorise them. And then her little tongue started teasing, trying to get into my mouth. God, the few times I had tried that, she had spat me out. I woke up and started responding. "Mmmm. Be nice to that sweet tongue" I thought. "Invite it in." I gently caressed it with mine and in seconds it was reaching for my tonsils. It was heaven, but after a week or so I extricated our. Then the new guy turned his attention to me. 'You done?'I knew what he wanted, but what he probably couldn't tell is that as with the blonde I wanted it worse than he did. This was a night of awakening for me, and I wouldn't rest until it was complete. To answer his question, I scooted forward slightly, the grit like sandpaper under my already tenderized knees. Ignorant of any discomfort, I rose up on my knees and did yet one more thing I had never done before. I reached for the button on. How was she supposed to pick a Chosen with everything she had seen? Everything she had done? More so, with all the possibilities the future dangled in front of her.And to share her magic with some twerp, just because he had good genes. The idea of it was like listening to someone’s fingernails droll against a tabletop. But that’s what society expected of all good little witches. Pick a mate, breed him, and leave him. Well, at least at home to care for the next generation of witchlings. There.