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Ashamed that I am guilty of this, and almost didn't admit it. The next person has enjoyed some form of food play as part of a sexual encounter.

Double, double, toil and trouble, it was Halloween night and the witch's brew boiled. Hilda lived on the outskirts of what used to be a quiet little hamlet, up the hill and in the forest where seclusion was her comfort. Blessed with long life due to the witch's pact with darkness, she kept to herself and studied, researched, and experimented with her magicks. It wasn't often she came into contact with the humans in the valley below, and for over a century that was perfectly fine with her. After all, regular mortals abhorred witches, liked to burn them, drown them, crush them under stone. No thank you, she preferred to sneak on in when she req