1. Ginger Snaps

"Life is but a dream..."

My naked body sways and giggles to the music as I continue to dance and sing along. As I continue rummaging through my drawers and closet, I toss the rejected choices, sending chunks of fabric flying this way and that.

Do I look ridiculous?

Possibly.

Is my singing off-key?

Most likely.

Do I give any fucks?

Not. A. One.

I am in far too good of a mood to let anything damper it at this point. I want him naked and under me so fucking badly while I ride him straight into oblivion. His or mine, it really doesn't matter. If things go well, both of us.

So whose brains am I planning to fuck right out of their delicious little skull?

Alexander Theobald Maximillian III

Otherwise known as Teddy, my sweet and overly devoted boyfriend of six months now.

So why am I craving him so badly now, you ask?

Well, the answer is quite infuriatingly simple. See, I have never actually had Teddy under me. Or on top of me. Or from the side.

What I am getting to here is that I have never had Teddy's cock pounding me like an eight-hundred-pound gorilla beating his chest.

I know. You're thinking, "Six months with no sex? Ginger, how can you handle it?!"

The answer is very simple. Two words.

Rechargeable. Batteries.

All jokes aside, I adore Teddy. If I didn't, I certainly wouldn't have been ok with getting so much use out of my special wand and my favorite little rose. So yes, adore is a good word. I wouldn't say we are in the big ‘L' word zone yet, but I could see it happening with him.

Maybe.

Eventually?

Fuck, I don't know. What I do know is that I won't be any closer to feeling such things if we don't have sex tonight.

And I don't want to hear any of that shit about how sex shouldn't determine your feelings. If you aren't sexually compatible, then there is no way you would commit to a relationship with them. Not a monogamous one anyway. Which is exactly what I want.

Nothing against anyone else's lifestyle choices; I just know what I want. What I need. Because deep down... I am that crazy possessive female that will bite a bitch for even checking out her man. I need him to be mine. Only mine.

So, I have the scene all set. Lace and silks against a nice waxed surface. I even paid extra for them to go right down my ass crack with that hot wax.

Hey!

Don't look at me like that. I want everything ready to go. And if Teddy decides to take things in another direction, I want the invitation to be crystal clear here. My orifices are all open for business baby!

So now that all my prep work is done and my lingerie set is all picked out. I am trying to find the dress I had planned to wear to dinner tonight. It paints a perfectly sweet picture to contrast all the raw sex appeal underneath. Even my crotchless panties leave no room for questioning the fact that I need some serious Teddy dicking. Whether that happens in the restaurant, in the parking lot, or back at my place... well, you get the idea. I'm not picky, I just need to get fucked. Hard. Preferably many times.

The best part of it all is the timing. Today is my favorite day of the year. I fucking love Samhain!

And not just because I'm a witch, don't be so stereotypical, geez. You see, Samhain night is when all witch magick is at its peak. The best part about that is, with it being so strong, I don't have to snap to do any spells.

Yeah, yeah. I hear you laughing. I don't wave a wand or wiggle my nose to work my magick. The witches of my coven snap our fingers.

Yes, I'm aware of how goofy that sounds and probably looks.

Yes, it has opened the door to an utterly stupid fucking nickname that my coven has used since my name day.

The joke's on them though, because at least I'm powerful enough that I get one night off from the snaps. The majority of them are not that lucky. So if they need to soothe that hurt by calling me Ginger Snaps, well then they can have it.

The only downside to having all this extra power today is making sure to keep my emotions in check because my magick tends to run a little wild when it's more free-range.

But on the flip side of that… sex with untethered magick can be incredibly fun for both parties. Hence the reason I am insatiably horny and planning to thoroughly seduce my bear of a boyfriend. No seriously. He's a bear shifter. Named Teddy.

Oh, come on. Even I laughed at that one.

I pull the next hanger out of my closet and do a little jump. I instantly regret the choice. Seriously ladies. Don't jump around while the girls are roaming free. You're bound to get a black eye.

Ignoring the poor ache in my left titty from the jump disaster, I shimmy my ass into the dark purple crotchless thong. Hoist the girls into place in the silky matching purple bra. And slide my legs into the... yes, you guessed it. Matching purple lace thigh-highs. I follow the ensemble up with a black floral mint green dress and black booties.

With the perfect outfit in place, I apply a small touch of makeup to compliment the look, before running some mousse through my wild as fuck red curls. With that finished I take a few moments to admire it all together in the mirror. You know, sometimes you have a vision for an outfit, and this time, it all just translated perfectly.

With more confidence than I have possessed in a long time, I snatch my purse and swagger my fine self right out the front door. Determination in every step and sexual prowess leaking from every pore.

So what is my plan?

That's easy.

Surprise Teddy as he gets off work with a romantic dinner.

The harder part?

Convincing Teddy, and myself, that I am a far better choice of dessert.

Especially if Formaggio's has the cannoli special. My mouth waters a little at the thought of my favorite sweet treat.

Right, new plan.

Dinner and dessert, then sex.