Autumn sat in her cottage thumbing through the pages of the book she had written. She sighed and tossed it aside. For the most part, Autumn enjoyed living out in the woods. It freed her up to study her one true passion: witchcraft. Even from a young age, she found she could concoct potions that could have incredible effects like changing the color of her pets. She could mumble words in an unknown language that could make things happen. Overtime, she had developed a vast repertoire of formulas and incantations in her personal spellbook. She was proud of it, but it had left her feeling isolated and lonely in the woods. Sometimes she would use her crystal ball to admire men she found handsome. She would watch muscular athletic men showering and working out. Her hungry eyes would study their chiseled physiques as her fingers would explore the folds of the flower between her legs.
One morning, as Autumn rose from her slumber, she saw her crystal ball glowing yellow. She gasped as she knew this was a sign that someone was in her neck of the woods. Autumn waved her hand over the crystal ball and revealed who the trespasser was. For the first time, she laid her eyes on Carter.
Carter was a handsome man. His muscles rippled through his T-shirt, revealing a firm and masculine body. He wore a pair of long jeans and was on his hands and knees setting up a tent. Autumn felt herself becoming hypnotized by her attraction to this man. At once, she decided to put her magic to work to make him hers. She wanted to feel herself ravaged in his arms.
At once, Autumn recalled a potion she had developed and tested on forest creatures. She remembered how it made the male animals amorous beyond all control. Autumn decided this would be a great opportunity to test it on a human. She went to her cauldron in the fireplace and got to work making the potion. In less than an hour it was ready. She applied it to herself in the form of a perfume and went in the direction of Carter.
Carter was starting a campfire when he heard the snap of a twig. He jumped to his feet and looked around, immediately alert of a potential threat.
"I'm sorry I startled you," Autumn said as she raised her hands.
Carter looked at her and his tense body relaxed. "No worries," he said. He looked her up and down, admiring her long obsidian hair with streaks of crimson red. Her black tank top and matching skirt also drew in his eyes. "I'm Carter," he said and extended his hand to shake hers.
"Autumn," she replied shaking his hand. She moved a bit closer, wanting the scent of the potion to work its magic on him.
Carter began to notice the scent and a strange feeling started to come over him. He felt his body getting warmer, inside and out. With each breath in he felt himself becoming more drunk on her beauty. His eyes were entranced with the sexuality of her body, studying the curvature of her breasts and the shapeliness of her ass. His hand held tightly to hers, not letting go after the handshake was over.
Autumn smirked as he blatantly checked her out. "Are you okay?" she asked feigning innocence.
Carter pulled her close and pressed his lips passionately against hers, his tongue forcefully entering her mouth. His other hand wrapped around her waist and pressed her body firmly against his. Autumn blushed as she felt the bulge in his pants grinding against her. It seemed as hard as a stone.
