Free Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace by K D Grace Page A

his hand and steadied him.
    ‘Mick, the love spell has already been cast. You cast it the first moment you lusted for Darlene, just like Ted and Ben did. Just like Darlene did on all of you.’
    ‘Jesus!’ He sat down hard atop the cushions, fearing for a second that he might pass out.
    ‘Love spells need no witch. They need only the power of human desire. Every day people cast love spells unknowingly. Some are harmless, some are beautiful with astonishing results. Others are devastating, as you’ve just seen.’
    ‘Then what happens now?’
    Sally sat down next to him and shoved his shirt off his shoulders. ‘You willingly faced your flaws. That’s a powerful defence, powerful enough to break Darlene’s spell. That was the key. When you arrived, you were already steeped in Darlene’s magic.’ He yielded as she slid his trousers and boxers off and tossed them aside. ‘Then while you were here, you didn’t realise, but you cast another love spell.’
    ‘Wait a minute, how could I have…?’
    She kissed him, lingering until his whole body tingled with the want of her. Then she guided his hand down to cup her pubis, and as she arched against his fingers with a soft grunt, he understood.
    She whispered against his mouth. ‘I assume you’ve come back so we can shape that spell into something a little less flawed and something a lot more yummy.’
    He breathed in the honeyed scent of her as he stroked and probed her slippery folds. Just when he thought she was about to come, she pulled away and buried her face against his cock, tonguing the underside, making him squirm and writhe in the cushions before she took him fully into her mouth and moved up and down the shaft like a tight fist.
    ‘Are you gonna fuck me?’ he gasped.
    ‘If you need me to,’ she breathed.
    ‘Oh, I need you to.’
    She positioned herself and he pushed into her, gasping as she wrapped her legs around him, tightening her velvety grip. As they moved against each other, he understood completely what a good love spell should be. When they came together, he swore he could almost see the intricate weave of that spell glowing like a halo around their fragile, normal bodies as the magic they created spilled over the circle and out into the moonlit night.

Hard Times at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility
    It could have passed as a coach excursion through the scenic Surrey hills, but Sadie knew better. This was her bus to an indefinite period of miserable celibacy; at least that was what she thought when she and three other women stepped off the coach in front of the main wing at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility.
    They were met by a tall woman dressed in a riding habit and a conservative tweed jacket that failed miserably to disguise her delicious curves. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun. Her boots were polished to a high sheen, and she carried a riding crop under one arm that made Sadie’s heart skip a beat. She certainly hoped the woman knew how to use it.
    ‘Listen up,’ the woman shouted in a voice that was standard military issue. ‘I’m Ms Greuber, assistant warden.’ Her face became earnest, like she was doing an advert for some local charity. ‘You may not know it, but nymphomania is nearing epidemic proportions in Surrey, and here at the Nymphomaniac Rehabilitation Facility the problem is being dealt with discreetly, and thoroughly. You’re all here because you’ve admitted you can’t control your sexual appetites, and we’re here to help you curb those appetites and channel your energy in more productive endeavours.’ She paced in front of the four women, stopping to inspect each one in turn.
    Sadie was already horny from the bouncy ride on the coach, and the big, beautiful woman standing in front of her so assertive, so tough, did nothing to ease her pussy or her distended nipples, doing their best to drill through her thin summer shirt.
    ‘You’re not wearing a bra.’
    Sadie shook her head.