With a glance, he put a spell on me, trying his charm and bewitching every fibre of my being. I felt myself losing my mind, consumed by the intoxicating allure of his presence. Beneath his dark eyes was the secret he kept to unlock the lowest levels of myself. The longer he held on, the more intense his grip became. I knew deep down that he better stop things, for it was only a matter of time before I would be consumed entirely by his spell. Yet, despite the warning signs, I found myself drawn irresistibly closer to him. Before I realized it, I was about to give up and prepared to pursue him ruthlessly. We discovered a truth that was born from the bottom of our hearts and went beyond words in the embrace of our mutual bliss. We found the meaning of love, with no borders or defined by any reason or logic, surrounding ourselves with one another. I am constantly reminded of the deep bond we have—one that was tempered by the depths of our souls and formed in the crucible of passion—with every heartbeat. I was therefore overcome with gratitude for the magic he brought into my life—magic that would always remain in the depths of my being—as I thought back on those few moments of happiness.

“Magic happens when you step into who you truly are and embrace that which fulfills your soul.”
― Dacha Avelin


I found myself in a spell’s web, that trapped me and made me dance passionately. Now, he was mine, caught in the web of my allure, at least for the night. I felt the weight of his presence as I held him close, knowing that for this brief moment, I had a hold on him unlike any other. He knew I couldn’t help myself when he asked tenderly, his voice a whisper in the darkness, beckoning me closer. How could I resist when he pleaded for the lights to dim, his touch sending shivers down my spine? At that moment, the world faded away, and it was just him and I, entwined in the magic of the night. As the floor swallowed our clothes, and our silhouette danced in the soft glow of the moonlight, I felt a surge of desire wash over me. We were drawn closer to one another by a raw, primordial force that persisted across time. Each touch and whisper made his presence euphoric, and the fire inside me grew brighter. In the darkness, our bodies moved as one, lost in the rhythm of our shared passion. As the night went on, we completely surrendered to the feelings, falling into the seductive embrace of desire. I understood that this was only the start of our adventure together as our hearts beat in unison in the stillness of the night. For in the magic of the night, we had found something truly special—a love that defied logic and reason, a love that knew no bounds. We stayed in the following day of our shared desire as morning dawned on the horizon, knowing that our bond would last long after the night had passed.

“A witch does not need to fix problems. She fixes the energy around problems. Then the problems fix themselves…”
― Dacha Avelin


His power wrapped around me and pulled me further into his world casting spells over me. I was going crazy but I could not escape his gaze. He better stop these games, I told myself, sensing the danger of surrendering completely to his allure. It was a matter of time, I reasoned before I would be consumed entirely by the fire of his shared desire. Before I knew it, I was on the edge of giving up and ready to fight him fiercely. With a surge of boldness, I reached out and gently grabbed his chin, pulling him closer until our lips met in a fervent embrace. Then he brought me back, I realized, as his touch ignited a fire within me that I thought had long been extinguished. I tried to hold him down but the strength of our bond washed over me. I clutched his hips and was lost in the moment, feeling a rush of need go through my veins. And we lost all control, swept away by the tide of our shared passion, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing us together. Before he knew it, our bodies moved as one, consumed by the raw, primal energy of our desire. We were so hot together that we were on the verge of excitement when I muttered, “You give me a fever.” With each breath, each touch, he drove me to the edge of madness, and yet I found solace in the chaos of our shared desire. I gave myself up to the hypnotic beat of his love amid our passionate hug, knowing that I had found a home unlike any other in his arms.

“It is said that love does not last, that it is just a momentary spell cast upon your soul by some higher power, or a small trick of the mind. If this were all true, there would be no story to tell.”
― Natalie Valdes


With his potions, he kept me going in circles, tempting me more into the maze of his seductive charm with each sip. I found myself trapped, unable to escape the hypnotic pull of his presence. Oh, I was lost in his ways, I admitted to myself, as his spell wrapped around me like a veil of enchantment. I whispered to myself that there was not an option to escape and I knew it was pointless to resist. I tried to put a spell on him, but I ended up surrendering to the irresistible force of his shared desire. Now he was mine, I realized, as the lines between reality and fantasy blurred in the haze of our passion. I had a hold on him, I acknowledged, at least for the night, as the fleeting moments of ecstasy stretched out before us like an eternity. At least for the night, I whispered, knowing that our time together was but a reprieve from the chaos of the world. In the quiet stillness of the night, our love burned bright, illuminating the darkness with the intensity of our shared desire. We lost ourselves in the sensual dance as I teased him. I felt like I belonged in his arms, a place where I could be myself fearlessly and without hesitation. As the evening dragged on, we gave in fully to the addictive beat of our love, confident that we had found a home unlike any other in each other’s arms. Our longing burned in the beautiful moonlight, creating shadows that danced across the walls in a wordless symphony of hunger. And as the first light of dawn broke on the horizon, we lingered in the afterglow of our shared passion, savouring the fleeting moments of intimacy before the world awakened once more.

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