Thursday, June 25, 2015

SMW - Awkard Living Arrangements

Henrietta was just finishing her late night snack when she sensed the growing arousal of a young man in the room above her. Glancing upwards, she frowned as her mystical sexual senses zoomed in on the thoughts and energy spilling out from her nephew as the young man began to masturbate in the so-called “privacy” of his room. Henrietta shook her head a little as she stepped into the living room to go back to her reading.

Sally, her daughter, was sprawled out on the couch. She glanced up from her magazine and pulled out her earbuds, cocking her head to the side, she seemed to “listen” to an unheard sound. Sally had only just gained her Sex Magic powers two weeks ago, and everything was still new to her, the sensing of erections still unusual. To Henrietta, the sensation was just ambient noise anymore, though a hard penis in close proximity, such as the one just a few feet above her on the next floor, tended to be hard to ignore.

“Is Fred masturbating?” said Sally, squinting at the ceiling.

Henrietta sighed. “Yes, dear,” she said.

Sally blanched. “Eww, gross!” The young woman could now see her cousin straight through the ceiling, her psychic senses enabling her to psychically visualize any naked and aroused man if she focused on the signal of his erection. “Does he not know we can sense him?”

SMW - Medical Miracles

“I want you to understand, Mr. Stone. This procedure will require us to continually imbue you with pleasure, using our magic.”

Chuck smiled a little nervously. “Well, I can’t say I’d complain about a week long blowjob,” he said. “Even if you did hold back my cum.”

Dr. Kaufman frowned a bit, but looked to Sharon. “I’m going to have to ask some personal questions, Mrs. Stone.”

Sharon nodded. “It’s alright,” she said. “It’s not like it’s easy to hide such things.” She nodded to Chuck, and the doctor nodded sagely. Sex Magic allowed women to easily see the sexual fantasies and memories of any man. The doctor could have easily pulled the information from Chuck’s head without even asking. But she was a professional.

“Mr. Stone, may I see into your mind?” she said.

Chuck shifted nervously. “I’d… rather you didn’t…”

“I would only be looking at your sexual memories,” she said. “Nothing else.”

“I’d still rather you didn’t,” he said.