This is not a stand-alone story! I strongly advise you to read the first five stories in this series, otherwise you may not understand what is going on in part six.
As I drove home to Scotland from my cousin Jacki's wedding in the north of England, the long drive home gave me a good few hours to think about, and to contemplate my good fortune with women in recent weeks. I knew it was all down to the amulet I had bought from the beautiful young Roma woman at the famous, 'flea market,' in Paris. Roma, for those who are not aware, is the original name for gypsies.
They only got the name gypsies when they arrived in England around the year 1500 A.D. When they were asked where they came from, because they had dark hair and darker skin, they told the English they were 'Egyptians.' They weren't of course, they originated much further east than that, somewhere in the foothills of the Himalayas.
They probably adopted the name Egyptians because it was easier to say that than try to explain where they actually came from, even if they still remembered by that time. So, they learned somewhere along their travels westward over the centuries through Christian countries that Christians knew about Egyptians because of the old testament of their bible. Over the years, 'Egyptians,' in English became corrupted and shortened to 'gypsies.'
Anyway, I thought quite a lot about the powers of the amulet on that drive home. Obviously, it was a powerful aid in the art of seduction, something I'd never been very good at. To tell the truth, I had always been more of a 'one woman man,' preferring longer meaningful relationships, but the amulet had opened up a whole new world to me.
It seemed all I had to do now was let a woman catch a glimpse of it, and some mysterious power within the amulet itself interacted with her sexually. I'm guessing here, I really have very little knowledge of its powers and how they work, but I'm just grateful that they do, and I'm not going to try and analyse it much more than that. Maybe there's more to it, maybe not.
The fact that it was enamelled in pink and red made it eye catching, so women were attracted to look at it. It was formed in the shape of 'stylised,' female genitalia so it wasn't too blatantly obvious what it was at first glance. It also had a pearl inset depicting the clitoris. The clitoris was often referred to as, 'The Pearl,' in ancient erotic writings, and so it seemed most appropriate that the pearl in my amulet performed the same function as the real clitoris. When rubbed by me, it felt to the woman looking at it, as if her own clitoris was being rubbed. She experienced a powerful sensation between her legs, right there on her clitoris.
Now that I'd had it a few weeks I began to understand a little bit more about it. I had no manual or instructions or explanations as to what it was all about. Merely, that it made women susceptible to seduction by making them very horny, and the pearl inset, once rubbed seemed capable of overcoming any resistance. Paradoxically, once they felt that overwhelming sensation between their legs they had no wish to resist anyway. However, I had begun to suspect that its powers ran deeper than that.
Without fail every single woman I had seduced since owning it remarked that they'd never felt so 'sexual,' never been so uninhibited, and never had so many orgasms. Typical remarks were, 'what on earth have you done to me?' and 'I'm not usually like this,' or 'I never knew it could be this good.' Without fail, they had all come again, and again, and again, until they were exhausted. Please believe me when I say, I'm no wonder lover, not massively endowed, not more than any average guy, but I have also noticed a corresponding increase in my own libido too.
Rightly or wrongly, I theorised that the amulet not only made them more horny and susceptible to being seduced, it also increased their own natural libido by some unknown, and unquantifiable factor. They wanted it, and wanted it more often too, and of course I was there with my own increasing libido, and more than willing to give them what they wanted. What a happy coincidence, but of course it was no coincidence, it was the power of the amulet at work.
In part two of this series, you may remember that I decided that I was going to look for and try to make love to women who normally wouldn't give me the time of day. Just to see if the amulet could overcome their rather extreme points of view. I had started with local conservative politician Kate Anderson a woman who I had thought of as 'Beautiful but despicable,' in her political opinions and policies.
The amulet worked, 'like a charm,' if you'll excuse the expression, and not only had we ended up in her bed, but I'd ended up growing to like her very much as a person once I got behind the hard right façade. I like to think I'd changed her more than she's changed me, and I've heard rumours that she may be resigning from her party, and going over to the opposition. We'll see about that in due course. We're regular 'fuck buddy's, these days, so next time we have a meet up, I'll make sure to ask her.
Another target I had selected was a local church minister; a
woman
I hasten to add. I'd met her once officiating at a funeral, and had been very impressed by the way she looked. She was tall, dark hair cut just above shoulder length, a beautiful, strong face. She was wearing a trench coat, dark burgundy in colour, (it was a cold day) and a very old fashioned retro cloche hat with a turned up front brim, typical of the nineteen twenties or thirties. I thought she looked marvellous and I was determined to have her if I could.
Whether she was married or not, I had no clue, all I knew was that she was tall, beautiful, very stylish and a minister of the church. A very strict, Presbyterian church I might add, one which didn't believe in any variance from its hard-line Christian teachings. If I could seduce her then just about anything was possible, and so I set out to get her panties off. She probably wore rather substantial panties I told myself, the kind that nuns might wear. Pure supposition on my part, I might add.
Her church was one of the old fashioned kind often found in the UK. It had been built centuries ago, and had probably been on the outskirts of the town at that time, but had been overtaken by almost three centuries of city expansion, and was just a few hundred yards from the busy city centre now. It was a haven of peace, set within an extensive graveyard, a well maintained green oasis of tranquillity in the middle of the city.
Quite often on sunny summer days, office workers would come to eat their lunchtime sandwiches etc, and sunbathe (fully clothed of course) in the open spaces between the ancient gravestones. Some of the stones were covered in lichen and moss with ancient inscriptions weathered and almost illegible, tilted at crazy angles, or others were those old flat ones which looked remarkably like stone coffee tables.
Now that I've set the scene for you, it's time to get on with her seduction. How would I get to her, how would I manage to wriggle my way into her life, past her defences and into her consciousness, long enough to seduce her?
I figured the best way would be to attend a few of her sermons, and make myself known to her, to insinuate myself into her congregation and into her awareness. It was the obvious first step, and so I went to church. Okay, I'd have to attend a few boring church sermons, but the thought of slipping her panties off and spreading her lovely legs made it seem all worthwhile.
