A Witches Desire

Samantha the witch has a very important night ahead, she was to cook the magical feast for the coven. She didn’t always agree with their rules, especially, no fraternizing with men. “No man shalt touch thine body”. The high priestess has ruled, but she was horny as hell and needed to get laid.
So when she finds an old spell book of Sexual Magic, Samantha cooks up a lot more than she expected.
With a giant pumpkin, and a sexy as hell biker on her mind, what could possibly go wrong?

A sneak peak inside:

"You called me, little witch."
His dark embrace was gentle but the soft skin seared mine. He was burning desire. His touch set me free. I was floating in space, anchored by muscles of steel and his eyes.
"Secret desire," his voice was a growl, "hmmmm....."
The breath caught in my throat. My body reverberated to the drum that was beating between my legs.
"Mmm.”
His eyes were filled with knowing. He pulled me close, lifting my feet off the floor. The kitchen table, hard against my body, suddenly supported me. His hot skin, soft against my cheek, redolent of spice. I licked it.
"Naughty little witch."
Yeah, if only Jenelle could see me now.
"I am a very naughty witch."