You just need sex.

“What to do…”. The obvious place to look for inspiration is porn. Grabbing your computer, you start looking at pictures of girls, guys, a few in between, and before you know it, the thought of the demon guys cock has you rubbing your cock and watching video clips of girls getting fucked up the ass. This sends you further down the spiral of depravity as you just want to see bigger and bigger cocks. The glistening cocks as they slide out of petite throats and asses are just the best. “Mmm, that cock looks nice.” Saying it out loud snaps the spell and you type in the search, “Huge cock wrecking tiny ass.” The first few results just suck, but then you find some inspiration. “Oh I wonder if I could just try that. I think id be okay after that. Nothing permanent. Just a little fun.”

As you write the description, you can’t help but think you have somehow missed something. You don’t really even describe the girl other than “Short haired blonde with a perfect ass.” But you do describe how big the cock is, 9” long, 3” diameter, pronounced veins, wet with saliva, driving in her sexy little ass over and over, she bites her lip as it stretches her sweet ass, savoring every moment. Her toes curled inside of her cute white sneakers, little soft brightly colored but mismatched socks. They are fucking outside, by a pool. She is on vacation, oh, in the Bahamas. He owns a club. She met him there. Went to a party at his home. Lots of people. Lots of drinking, ****. She is with her friend Tina. I think she is in love with Tina, but lusts after hard cock. Tina is watching them fuck I think. Oh, I think her name is Victoria, they call her Vikki, with an I, god I’ve got to stop saying it that way, I sound like an idiot. Oh, I can see Tina watching. She’s going to spank me for this. I need to go there.

You shake your head and look at what you have written. The words seemed at times to write themselves. The boots seem to call to you, they shift and shimmer as you tuck the description into the pocket. “You should really wear heels with that dress you know.” Tina’s voice calls to you. You can hear a hair dryer running.

The white tennis shoes are in your hands. You slide your right foot in, the cute short bright orange sock appears on your foot. “No, we are going to be walking up hills, I’m not wearing heels.” You call to her in protest. The other shoe demands to be put on.

“Suit yourself. Nobody is going to fuck you then.” She says snidely. “You’re just going to have to settle for rubbing yourself while you watch me get fucked.”

“Bitch.” Your toes start to slide into the shoe. Suddenly a tinge of fear washes over you.