The Grimoire - Part 4 - Josephine
Paris in the springtime; An erotic homeymoon.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking of my experiences over the last six months; Uncle Darcy being pronounced dead, the reading of the will, and his legacy to me, an old leather-bound book. The discovery of Agnes, my witch within the magic of its pages and the unbelievable sexual chemistry that had established itself instantaneously between us. I felt Agnes stir, and her leg curled over me, and her thigh came...