Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)
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				Title: <strong>Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>15-12-2019, 23:39:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JsKkWz0.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Michael</strong></span></div></div><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">​</span><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"That would be twenty six seventy five."<br><br>Not a bad price price for a game that so many people rave about.&nbsp; I could have probably saved a couple of bucks if I ordered it on Amazon, but since Chloe's message read "<span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>11am tomorrow</strong></span>" I needed it quickly, thus the local 'Leighsure' store.&nbsp; Great selection, reasonable prices, friendly proprietor, terrible pun.<br><br>She didn't have to elaborate either, we all knew what it meant: a fun filled Saturday.&nbsp; Chloe is the only one beholden to a schedule -- I do contract gigs and usually set my own hours and Circe is between jobs -- so she's the one to issue the call to arms when she manages to get a free day.&nbsp; Besides, her pad is the nicest.<br><br>It usually starts with Circe executing a hostile takeover of Chloe's kitchen, going all Gordon Ramsay on our sorry asses but the culinary wonders that she concocts are worth every expletive she flings in our direction, and neither Chloe's loud complaints about conspiracies to stuff her with targeted calories that always found their way to her boobs, nor me grumbling over anticipated extra gym time stopped us from enjoying the treats to the fullest.<br><br>What comes next varies.&nbsp; Sometimes we go out, other times we stay in.&nbsp; Lately we got into party games, but as much as one enjoys the likes of 'truth or dare' or 'never have I ever', the mind craves variety, and after Circe has once again trounced us soundly in 'Twister' -- yoga instructors should be banned by law from playing that game -- I decided to get something that would give us a chance to compete, and 'cards against humanity' seemed like a good choice.<br></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/The_book.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>I fish the credit card out of my wallet and reach for the terminal when my eyes fall on the book lying next to the cash register.&nbsp; Not too big, bound in black leather with an image of an ankh on the front and some sort of an elaborate clasp holding it closed.&nbsp; "What's that?" I point.&nbsp; Leigh looks up, then follows my finger with her eyes.&nbsp; "A return," she shrugs.&nbsp; "Customer brought it back claiming the clasp was stuck, and I didn't have another in stock."<br><br>That happens sometimes.&nbsp; Apart from the usual distributors of books, games and various knick-knacks, Leigh has a collection of things she buys from her own suppliers, more often than not one-of-a-kind curios that serve little practical purpose, but sometimes one can find a hidden gem among them.<br><br>"What's in it?" I pick it up and fiddle with the clasp, but it refuses to cooperate.&nbsp; "Magic," Leigh grins, then seeing my futile efforts adds "Don't sweat it, probably a factory defect."<br><br>"You mean card tricks and stuff?" I ask.&nbsp; "Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat?"<br><br>"Doesn't come with a hat," she points out.&nbsp; "You want it?&nbsp; It's yours for ten bucks."<br><br>I am a bit wary of buying a pig in a poke since the book would not open, but ten dollars is not a big deal and Leigh is usually good with returns.&nbsp; Besides, I'm sure it is nothing a pair of pliers can't fix.&nbsp; I nod and let her add it to the bill, then pay, bid her a good weekend and leave.<br><br>It's only a 15 minute walk to Chloe's.&nbsp; It's funny, the three of us have been friends since grade school, went our separate ways after graduation and then, years after, ended up living within walking distance of each other.&nbsp; One of life's little serendipities.<br><br>Reaching my destination, I ring the bell and a moment later Chloe opens the door.&nbsp; "Hey there!" I hold back the 'shortstack' hovering on the tip of my tongue, give her a quick hug and turn to hang my coat, then hand her the game and the book, "For later.&nbsp; I'm not going another round against miss flexibility."<br><br>"Hi Mike!" Circe's voice calls out from across the room, followed by its owner walking out of the kitchen, wearing her favourite tight-fitting T-shirt, the one with 'Thank you' printed across the front.&nbsp; "Hi Circumference," I wave at her.&nbsp; She sticks her chest at me in defiance; contrary to Chloe who often hides her assets with loose-fitting clothes, Circe is more than happy to flout them.&nbsp; Not that I mind.<br><br>"So, what's the plan?" I ask, removing my shoes and walking in, "Slaving in the kitchen, or something more fun?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2019, 01:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe’s in the kitchen doing her usual food magic when I get home. My apartment is the center of our little three person world, centrally located and a bit better provisioned. Circe owns my kitchen and I throw in whatever she needs. They both have keys. Mikey knocks and I open the door for him. The usual buss on the cheek that we established as our greeting and goodbye after regaining our threesome after college threw a wrench into what had been 14 or more years together. Good to get back with my real friends.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hey Mikey,! Oh good, you got the game.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">He gets situated while I put the game on the table.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “She’s gone all holidinous again, just like every year. What’s with the book?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe makes her entrance from the kitchen and the kidding continues.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>17-12-2019, 13:35:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span> </strong> <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"></span></span><div align="center"></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I hear before I see.&nbsp; Then I see as I walk out of the kitchen.&nbsp; I giggle at ‘Circumference’ with a dramatic, effective deep breath and sigh which lifts and displays, “We both know that’s not my name <strong>Michelangelo!</strong>” I hug Mike.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“The batter’s chilling.”&nbsp; I look at the two.&nbsp; “Did it escape everyone’s attention that it’s the holidays?”&nbsp; Apparently, it’s escaped their attention.&nbsp; “That’s okay—we’re not exchanging presents now, right?”&nbsp; “Porn holiday cookies, yes?&nbsp; I can do them all myself, but (ahem) I might get the one I’ll name Mikey or Michelangelo with not quite an accurate anatomical depiction and then, . . .&nbsp; no complaints of a shortfall.”&nbsp; (Kiss).&nbsp; <br><br>“Chloe, do you have food coloring and sprinkles?&nbsp; You have powdered sugar since I left it here last time, that’s out already and very ready to go.”&nbsp; (I’ve slowly taken over Chloe’s kitchen, but like to let her think she’s in control of it).&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I giggle and tug at Chloe’s arm, “If Michelangelo is in charge of his cookie design, how long do you think the third leg will be?” <br><br>I look back at the kitchen.&nbsp; Everything is under control there, cookie batter is convenient that way.&nbsp; The game being set up by Chloe is one thing, but what’s with the book?&nbsp; “What’d you bring Mikey?” <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>19-12-2019, 05:18:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Michael</strong></span></div></div><span style="font-size: 5pt;" class="bbc_size">​</span><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/Cards_Against_Humanity.png)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I let Chloe check out the game.&nbsp; We'll play it later if it gets her approval, since we usually decide by consensus.&nbsp; Of course there's a way to secure her approval by drowning her in less savoury alternatives until she feels guilty for shooting everything down, but that's cheating and only reserved for special situations.&nbsp; I know better than to try that approach with Circe -- The last time I did she enthusiastically agreed out of sheer contrariness, and Chloe went along with it just to see me squirm and try to weasel out of it.&nbsp; Still, seeing them high-fiving each other and doing a victory dance when I finally admitted that I've been outplayed was worth it, and the penalty for defeat wasn't too bad either...<br><br>I return Circe's hug and try to do the same to her jibes.&nbsp; Of course, she has no problem stooping to hitting below the belt but it's all in good fun and, well, a bit of a tradition.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a mouthful.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to leave the master chef hungry, or is it mistress chef?".<br><br>Luckily the girls' attention gets shifted to my offerings so the jousting is cut short, or more likely postponed.&nbsp; "The game is 'Cards against humanity', and it's not that different from what we usually do but a bit more organized," I smile, then pick up the book.&nbsp; "This I got from Leigh's store.&nbsp; Supposed to have magic tricks in it, but I couldn't check them out because the clasp got stuck.&nbsp; It was only ten bucks though and looked cool, worst case I'll cut it off with wire cutters."<br><br>As I talk about the book I feel a little silly coming with excuses for having bought it.&nbsp; It is a bit strange though, I don't even like magic tricks that much, haven't been interested in them since I was ten, and yet for some reason I felt an urge to buy that book, even with the defect.&nbsp; I don't really know what came over me, it's not like me to be that impulsive.&nbsp; "Let's see if I can get it open," I change the subject and start fiddling with the clasp.&nbsp; It doesn't seem to be stuck, in fact it moves with little resistance, just not in the direction it needs to go in order to open.&nbsp; A puzzle?&nbsp; Could be...&nbsp; After some more twiddling it seems that I got it, if I push a little stronger on that prong...<br><br>Then my finger slips, impaling itself on a sharp end.&nbsp; "Ouch!&nbsp; Sonofa..." I stick the finger in my mouth, dropping the book on the table, but not before a drop of blood splatters on the cover.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>19-12-2019, 16:35:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe returns Mikey’s jibe with her own barbed spear. Those two, it’s been ever so and only gotten sharper as their education and experiences grew. She asks about kitchen items.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You know what I have in your kitchen Circe. Make up a shopping list and I’ll run to the corner for supplies. Do we need anything more to play this game or lubricate the players or to pry that book open? I do have a claw hammer somewhere!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Before she can reply, Mikey tries the book clasp again and manages to gouge his finger. Yep, blood on the book! I grab several tissues from the box on the side table and reach for his arm to pull his hand out of his mouth.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mikey, let me see that. Circe, first aid supplies second drawer down in the stack next to the refrigerator. Antibiotic too. Cold compress in the refrigerator door if he gets light headed.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Get the tissue wrapped around his thumb.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Have you had a tetanus shot lately? Rusty book clasps could carry germs and heaven forbid you’d get lockjaw! Circe would have no one to pick on!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And hurry up, nurse nasty! This is a real bleeder!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Apply pressure to his finger where the blood is leaking through the tissue.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>19-12-2019, 17:16:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Mike’s rejoinder to the third leg?&nbsp; <em>Mouthful?</em>&nbsp; Predictable!&nbsp; (Giggle).&nbsp; I roll my eyes, thinking, <em>you wish</em>; wondering <em>do I wish?</em><br><br>Being a master at prying all sorts of things open, working in kitchens, I’m about to work on opening the clasp when Mike doesn’t do it (successfully).&nbsp; It’s not much of a thing, Mike’s injury (no fingertip sliced on a mandoline for instance), but it’s bleeding expressively and I wonder if he’s going to go into baby mode.&nbsp; I shake my head and let slip intentionally a playful “Karma.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Thankfully, we’re at Chloe’s and Miss ‘I’m-a-major-executive-to-be’ has a tissue box in proximity (basically sort of everywhere).&nbsp; Chloe takes some tissues as a first response for the patient.&nbsp; I grab a tissue too and hand it to Mike.&nbsp; “Be right back.” <br><br>In a flash, I’m right back with a band aid.&nbsp; “Mikey!”&nbsp; I pretend like he’s in shock.&nbsp; “I’m going to put this band aid on.&nbsp; Do this.”&nbsp; I show him the band aid, I stick my finger in my mouth, sucking.&nbsp; Oopsy!&nbsp; So now I’m sucking on my finger and wondering what Florence Nightingale might do at such a moment.&nbsp; I take my finger out, “When I have the band aid ready, take your finger out of your mouth and the band aid goes on.&nbsp; I’ll put it on.”<br><br>Simple.&nbsp; Very simple.&nbsp; Does our injured hero want to see further illustration of my finger sucking?&nbsp; Answer: yes!&nbsp; How many times?&nbsp; I roll my eyes, looking at Chloe.&nbsp; I snap the wrapper and get the band aid in ready position.&nbsp; <br><br>Once applied, things settled, I say as (overly) sweetly as I can, “If I were Nurse Nasty, someone whose name begins with ‘M’ might get spanked for being bad! . . . Very bad!&nbsp; One does not cut their finger on clasps of books.”&nbsp; Yay, Karma!&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>20-12-2019, 06:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut on finger</span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">It's just a small gash on the finger, not worth fussing over, but the girls are all over me like a pair of mother hens.&nbsp; I don't know, maybe it triggered their maternal instincts but it does feel that they are overreacting a little.&nbsp; "I'm fine, really," I object.&nbsp; "It looks worse than it is.&nbsp; And yes, I had the shot and they're good for ten years so no worries.&nbsp; I'm just sorry that I dripped over your table."<br><br>While Chloe wraps a tissue around the injured digit, I pull another one and start looking for the spots to blot out.&nbsp; While I usually get my stuff on Amazon or at the local Walmart, Chloe tends to patronize more upscale establishments, and it would be a shame to stain her nice tablecloth (which probably cost more than I realize).&nbsp; Fortunately it looks pristine, which is a relief, but it still leaves the book, and leather is not easy to clean.<br><br>I look at the book, but it too looks clean, even the sharp part I cut myself on.&nbsp; Strange...&nbsp; I start reaching to pick it up just as Circe rushes back with the bandage.&nbsp; Of course, she wouldn't miss the opportunity for another tease, and seeing her suck her finger is kinda hot, which was likely the effect she was aiming for, the minx.&nbsp; "Here," I pull the tissue off and hold the finger in front of her lips, "you seem to be way better at it than I am..."<br><br>She doesn't take the bait though, sticking the bandage in place instead.&nbsp; Nice and clean.&nbsp; "Guess it proves that you're not a vampire," I shrug, "And no spanking unless you kiss it to make it better."<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-12-2019, 18:58:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mikey is taken care of and he seems considerate of the tablecloth too. Linen antique from my maternal great-grandmother, special for the holidays. It has seen much, and I’m sure Mikey’s blood is not the first blood it’s seen. We both look the table over while the book sits there at the head of the table, it seems to be glowing and inviting our attention.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Um, guys? The book? Is it, um, doing something?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">It seems to be struggling to open the clasp, as if maybe it’s enjoying where it’s found itself. Shake my head, mother always told me to ignore it but grand-mama always told me that I’d been born with what she called other sight and that it came to us from great-grandmother who never told where she got it.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Um, when you two are done being all silly, we need to help this book open up. It’s in pain, I can feel it!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2019, 21:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Oddly, the tablecloth didn’t even need soda water to remove the stain.&nbsp; More oddly, Chloe starts mentioning inanimate objects, specifically the book, ‘feeling’ ‘pain’.&nbsp; I quickly review my past desserts, those left here—sure, I made brownies but standard ones, not enhanced.<br><br>Chloe invites attention to the pained book.&nbsp; Riiiiggghhhht.&nbsp; “In a mo Chloe.&nbsp; One does not want to hurry labor.”&nbsp; AND it seems that Mike has been getting in the last word on our repartee.&nbsp; <em>Better at it?</em>&nbsp; “I’m practiced at it Mike, not that you’d know, but I suspect you’re a natural.”&nbsp; What else?&nbsp; “I’m studying to be a vampire.”&nbsp; (Not really).&nbsp; “You’ve heard of the golden lasso?&nbsp; Well, I’m just getting a lasso—when I’ve practiced that, you’re the first subject—as in . . . lassoed, tied, and spanking!”<br><br>This feels like a roll, but unfocused.&nbsp; Chloe might have something to do with this.&nbsp; Normally, she intervenes or comments; now she still seems worried about the ‘thing’.&nbsp; I’ll finish this on my own then: “Spare the rod and spoil the child Mike.&nbsp; Spoiled, that’s you.&nbsp; Plus—the game?&nbsp; If we play, no add-ons like ‘in my butt’ or ‘with your mama’.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I place my hand on the book.&nbsp; “We may need a blood transfusion Nurse Chloe.&nbsp; The only known donor is Mike.”&nbsp; (Sweet smile at Mike).&nbsp; I take my hand away, this being sort of fun, maybe Chloe will relax too.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Orrrr. . . ” I take Mike’s hand and move it to the book (no Mikey, I’m not going to suck on that! (smile)), grab Chloe’s hand, placing it on top of Mike’s and place mine on top of theirs: “Open sesame and open seza-he and open seza-she!”&nbsp; Remembering my mothers’ lessons I add “please.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>21-12-2019, 21:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe and I get into our usual verbal sparring; this can last for a while unless Chloe interferes, which she usually does does by dramatically rolling her eyes and telling us to stop being immature and behave ourselves, but this time it's different.<br><br>Book's in pain?&nbsp; I must say the approach is novel, and apparently effective.&nbsp; "Are you channelling your granny, Chlo?&nbsp; Or trying to found a local chapter of PETAL -- People for Ethical Treatment of Arcane Literature?&nbsp; And just so you know," I point my bandaged finger at the book, "it attacked me first!"<br><br>Circe grabs our hands, placing them on the book and telling it to open, and suddenly there's a soft <em>CLICK</em> and the latch snaps open.&nbsp; "A pressure panel in the cover?" I venture a guess.&nbsp; Could be, it's thick enough to conceal one.&nbsp; "I should have figured.&nbsp; Good job!"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>21-12-2019, 21:12:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">With our hands on the book vibrating on the table – Mikey’s and then mine and then Circe’s, – and maybe or maybe not with Circe’s incantation, the book clicks open. The cover pushes our hands upward. A strange color light I’ve never seen before seems to pulse inside and then tentatively seep out.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Octarine! That’s what that color is called! Octarine! Don’t ask how I know that, I’ve no clue.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">We pull our hands away.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “May I open it? Or someone, please open it! I want to see the title page!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>22-12-2019, 00:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Octarine?&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; Chloe outdid herself this time.&nbsp; "Nurse!" I grab Circe's sleeve, "We have a code loony!&nbsp; She thinks she's on Discworld."&nbsp; I reach out to touch Chloe's forehead with my fingers, and immediately jerk my hand away, blowing on it as if scalded.&nbsp; "Aaaa!" I wail in my best Golum imitation, "It burns!&nbsp; It burns us!"<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>22-12-2019, 01:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe, unlike herself, not in her usual down to earth mode, seems to be playing along and even leading the way on this book lark.&nbsp; I’m very certain that there are no ingested special brownies as her impetus for this.&nbsp; Mike’s getting the same sense of a lark and, for my part, I do the age-old circling of one’s ear with a finger as in crazy Chloe, “yep, loony for sure.”<br><br>But then Mike triggers a frown from me.&nbsp; I’m used to Mike being handsy, but what distracts me from taking (warranted or unwarranted) credit for the book opening, is a touch (no big deal) and doing a Gollum imitation (major, major frown).&nbsp; “Michael,” (I say Michael to let him know I’m super serious), “Michael, any Gollum in a movie or imitation, good or bad, turns me into an axe wielding horror.&nbsp; The first thing I think about is castrating whomever does that.”&nbsp; I’m rather proud of the proper English and the almost Brit tone to that.&nbsp; “So no Gollum” . . . “please.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Orangutan, nectarine or . . . what are you trying to say Chloe?”&nbsp; I don’t go the extra step of the school teacher <em>‘say it slowly and enunciate.’</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-12-2019, 03:09:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">What? Oh!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Can you see the color inside the book? I just threw a name at it, but it’s not a color anywhere in anything Crayola ever made! Octarine? It’s like the name for&nbsp; color of magic in this fantasy series! Kind of purplish bluish blackish sort of? Can you see it? This book is …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I reach out a finger, tentatively. Look at my two friends. Touch the edge of the book.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “It’s warm! I’m going to …”</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d2a7/z7f9ah9bm5rmaejzg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Lift the edge up and over and the cover flops down on the tablecloth. The book is open to the first page.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh … my … god!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Latin. Not since high school. Um, oh my god the title!! And ‘per’ is like ‘by,’ who wrote this. A child puero, um, verdant and, and blooming? OMG Grand-mama my name meaning! So …</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What does it say? What do you see? I’m scared!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">My hand goes to my mouth and I bite my knuckles. Not since a child have I done that when Grand-mama told scary stories.</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>22-12-2019, 22:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Uh oh.&nbsp; Circe calling me by my full name usually means she isn't joking.&nbsp; I don't know what beef she has with poor Smeagol, but I am not in the habit of stepping on my friends' toes.&nbsp; Accommodate first, ask questions later.&nbsp; "Sorry Ci, I'll remove he-who-must-not-be-mentioned from the program."<br><br>I am about to say more, but my attention is drawn to Chloe.&nbsp; Her claiming to see the book glowing is surprisingly convincing, especially given that she doesn't tend to mock the supernatural, but then I hear genuine distress in her voice and one look at her eyes is enough to convince me that she isn't acting.&nbsp; "It's OK Chlo," I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a gentle hug.&nbsp; "It's just an old book, it can't hurt you."&nbsp; Whatever in that book could scare her so?<br><br>I look at the book, now open to the title page, from the corner of my eye.&nbsp; Nothing seems out of the ordinary, although I can't understand the words.&nbsp; "It's in some foreign language," I humour Chloe, "Says something like 'potentiam tuam' or something, if that's how you pronounce it.&nbsp; Romanian maybe by the sound of it?&nbsp; Leigh didn't say it wasn't in Eglish, maybe there are pictures..."<br><br>I look up at Circe with a 'say something to calm her down' look in my eyes.&nbsp; We should have just played the game...</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-12-2019, 22:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">They don’t see it! The glow! Mikey’s hug is brotherly and conciliatory. I reach for the edge of the page with one finger.</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/1011/7r5ozj4tcoznxhyzg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh my look! It changed! To English! The book I mean! Do you see it guys?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Oh my goddess! I can’t speak. I touch the page. ‘Your Power’ written by someone by my own given name yet called the younger and then I remember from my childhood.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Grand-mama told me that that Great-grand-mama’s name was Chloe too and she was called the Elder even when she was young! This book is real magic!”</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 14:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">This is good!&nbsp; I mean <span class="bbc_u">if</span> it’s really magic.&nbsp; I’m in on that!<br><br>But Chloe is in the Chicken Little camp of the sky is falling.&nbsp; I’m not even so sure it’s magic.&nbsp; What we have so far is that a long dead family member—great, great, lots of great was named Chloe.&nbsp; It’s good that Mike offers a hug to settle her down.&nbsp; Chloe’s knuckles will thank him later.<br><br>Can one argue with a crazy person?&nbsp; Answer: No.&nbsp; But I’m not going to commit to the idea of Chloe being wacked out.&nbsp; Yet.&nbsp; Maybe find a thread of calmness, walk her off the ledge and have some fun with the book.&nbsp; I guess the card game is taking second fiddle to the book.&nbsp; (<em>OMG!&nbsp; OMG!&nbsp; The Cards Against Humanity are glowing.&nbsp; They’re pissed at the book.&nbsp; They’re possessed!!!!&nbsp; My adoptive mothers are part of humanity.&nbsp; OMG!!! </em>—no, not that, save humor for later when she calms down).<br><br>So what’s a rational idea?&nbsp; “First off, there’s good and bad magic.”&nbsp; I suppose there’s all sorts of variations, but no need to get into parsing all the possibilities.&nbsp; “Second, the book can always be closed.&nbsp; Open.&nbsp; Shut.&nbsp; Open. Shut.”&nbsp; That seems a slightly hypnotic chant but calming.&nbsp; I decide not to go into <em>and I’m sure your relative was really nice so what’s to worry?</em>—could’ve been a bitch or bad witch.&nbsp; <br><br>I’ve come up with a first and second.&nbsp; Probably should be a few more.&nbsp; Wizard of Oz—there was the good Princess and that turned out alright, happily ever after.&nbsp; Of course, there’s the horrifying episode in Ghostbusters where the huge marshmallow man appears from an errant thought.&nbsp; <br><br>I look at Mike.&nbsp; He has offered a nice comforting hug.&nbsp; He’ll be reason three.&nbsp; “We’ve got Mike.”&nbsp; I don’t even tease him, jsut hope he doesn’t over-inflate ego-wise.&nbsp; “Mike’s here.&nbsp; He won’t let anything happen.”<br><br>If everything goes south, I can suggest that we decorate the holiday cookies.&nbsp; But that will be the ace in the hole.<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 17:24:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br>● Concerned about Chloe.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Real magic?&nbsp; Now that's a stretch.&nbsp; But taking Chloe's family history and current agitated state into account, I resist my first instinct to outright say that there is no such thing as real magic.&nbsp; I don't want to upset her even more, this requires finesse, hopefully not more than I can muster.&nbsp; Circe is doing a good job of calming her down, let's see what I can do to help.<br><br>"I don't know, Chlo," I shrug, "It looks more like stage magic to me.&nbsp; In fact I remember some Vegas illusionist doing something like this on TV a couple of years ago.&nbsp; I think it was photosensitive ink or something, and the glow could be a side effect of that, or a fluorescent coating.&nbsp; I didn't notice it, but you may have better colour vision than I do.&nbsp; So let's not jump to conclusions just yet."<br><br>I reach out with a finger to flip the book to a random page, half expecting it to be empty.&nbsp; "Let's see what it says."</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2019, 17:50:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe reminds us that there’s good and bad magic.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yeah that’s true, it’s how one uses it. The spirits or whatever they are are also tuned to good or bad places, y’know. Like people are. But mostly spells and stuff are how one uses them and not good or bad by themselves. But you gotta be careful, so sure.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">She continues</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Second, the book can always be closed.&nbsp; Open.&nbsp; Shut.&nbsp; Open. Shut.<br><br>  “We’ve got Mike. Mike’s here. He won’t let anything happen.”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I shrug, and Mike asks to see the book. He’s skeptical, as I guess he should be.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, give it a look. Let’s see what you see on the cover and inside.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I slide the book across the table to him. It seems to want to go to him too. Maybe because he’s the one who bought the book, I don’t know. I’m reluctant to take my fingers away and the book seems to tug at me as I do let it go.</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>24-12-2019, 23:12:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Not so bad—Chloe just needs some arms wrapped around her (I guess).&nbsp; Maybe my spontaneous <em>no big deal</em> helped too.&nbsp; Who knows?<br><br>“(Giggle).&nbsp; I wouldn’t mind test driving the book if it really had spells.&nbsp; Or if it’s just a performance thing, a book for that, that’s okay.”&nbsp; I pause, “but real magic?&nbsp; What are those part human, part horse things called?”&nbsp; &nbsp;I look at Mike, “Nope, maybe not.&nbsp; Don’t really see that. . . . for you.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“If you want to chill, we can decorate cookies.”&nbsp; Short attention span when panic sets in for a minute or so I guess.&nbsp; “Remember the pornographic gingerbread?”&nbsp; Or maybe not.&nbsp; “Or we could magic-it-up and give Mike some chest handles.”&nbsp; (Giggle).&nbsp; “Shakespeare made up thousands of words.&nbsp; Magic-it-up could be one, right?&nbsp; Chest-handles?&nbsp; Not so good a word, tits Mikey.&nbsp; Abracadabra, what size should we get you set on?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I hope the banter chills Chloe.&nbsp; Mike?&nbsp; He’s being sort of nice with the comfort thing.&nbsp; Not his usual.&nbsp; Mike usually thinks big.&nbsp; Will he interrupt all this to make his editorial point that tits are not worth talking about unless they are ____________?&nbsp; Hmm.<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>26-12-2019, 17:36:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br>● Curious about the book.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe seems to calm down, her anxiety replaced with interest and Circe... well Circe cannot pass a chance to offer a lewd comment.&nbsp; "Part man part horse?&nbsp; It depends on the parts I guess.&nbsp; If you're thinking what you're usually thinking, and judging by the porn cookies I think you do, they are called 'ridiculously hung'.&nbsp; As for tits, I'd rather play with yours, in the spirit of the holidays you know, sharing is caring..."<br></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Spell_1.png)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>I pull the book closer and open it to one of the middle pages.&nbsp; It is written in English, luckily so at least I can understand what it says -- a short ditty about clothes, but it can have a different, deeper meaning -- an analogy of people pretending to be what they are not.&nbsp; As I look at the verses, I seem to hear muted whispering just on the edge of my hearing, but it fades away when I try to concentrate on it.&nbsp; Am I having a 'The Shining' moment?&nbsp; Hopefully not, the girls would not appreciate me chasing them with an axe, maybe with some other tool...<br><br>An idea pops into my head.&nbsp; "Guys, we can make it a fun game, sort of a 'truth or dare' except we have to do what the book says.&nbsp; Here, listen to this one:" I run my finger over the words, reciting them with exaggerated pathos, may as well add some humour to it.<br><br class="clear_left"><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "The clothes you wear present a false facade,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Like woven lies your essence they conceal.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A magic spell will peel away the fraud,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And your true nature to the world reveal!"<br><br>The whispering intensifies, and a tingling of sorts develops in my hand not unlike the pins-and-needles sensation when circulation returns to a limb.&nbsp; "So what do you think?&nbsp; Do we dress up Circe as Nurse Nasty?&nbsp; Or strip Chloe naked?&nbsp; Hey, just kidding," I hasten to add when Chloe makes a face at me, reaching to pat her on the arm in a reassuring way while winking at Circe.&nbsp; Then...&nbsp; A flash, a jolt, and I pull my hand away.&nbsp; "The hell?"</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>26-12-2019, 19:36:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Do what the book says?&nbsp; Truth or Dare with a book.&nbsp; Different in a way.&nbsp; Fun, maybe.&nbsp; And his (giggle) ‘incantation’ seems to reverberate.&nbsp; <em>Echo, echo, echo</em> (giggle).&nbsp; <br><br><em>"The clothes you wear present a false facade,<br>Like woven lies your essence they conceal.<br>A magic spell will peel away the fraud,<br>And your true nature to the world reveal!"</em><br>&nbsp;<br>The prelude to his game idea is his lewd wanting to play with my tits.&nbsp; Like who wouldn’t?&nbsp; Can’t get on him for that!&nbsp; <br><br>Quickly in the next breath, his tit suggestion is recast, his suggestion is . . . surprise!&nbsp; Right!&nbsp; He's just kidding.&nbsp; Sure!&nbsp; Just kidding.&nbsp; <br><br>I don’t feel exactly compelled, but I’m resisting something.&nbsp; Not clear what it is, I wander away and walk into the kitchen, checking the cookie dough—the big question is why am I resisting?&nbsp; And what?<br></span><div align="center">______</div><div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b878/llqs340wr6l12cy6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div> <br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> <br>I walk back out, no longer certain of where we are or what we’re doing.&nbsp; Playing at magic maybe.&nbsp; Do what the book says?&nbsp; That’s what seems to make sense.&nbsp; And how did I get into this outfit and why am I in this position.&nbsp; It really does make sense somehow.&nbsp; I’m a nurse.&nbsp; I’m Nasty.<br><br>I look at Chloe, then Mike, “Chloe? . . . Mike?”&nbsp; <br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>26-12-2019, 20:06:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mikey opens the book more, to the middle and jokes about casting spells, then reads something blah blah ‘will peel away the fraud, And your true nature to the world reveal!’ I look over at Circe. She’s like gone all fuzzy and … and then he touches pats my arm … and I feel a jolt. And I sway and reach for the table. And look down. </span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/c875/wr774i0t7kqaoq9zg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">And rty to scream and nothing comes out and I can’t stop smiling. A smile I don’t usually use! And raise my hand to my head and lift the other to my chest and … and see myself in the mirror.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mikey? What did you do Mikey? I, um, I …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">And Circe is this huge titted nurse, somehow seductively opening her really short nurse dress. And I’m wearing, like, an outrageous little onesie plus lace top stockings and heels taller than any I’ve warn before and … and feeling an urge that … I can’t help myself!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hey Mikey, you’re cute! Wanna, y’know, go and …&nbsp; Um Circe? Mikey’s got too many clothes on!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I know what has happened! The book really is what I said it is! I could feel it in the touch and remembering Great-grandmama. I look down at the book.</span></span><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 48pt;" class="bbc_size">“</span></span></td><td><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>The clothes you wear present a false facade,<br>Like woven lies your essence they conceal.<br>A magic spell will peel away the fraud,<br>And your true nature to the world reveal!”</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Reach over and touch Mikey’s arm. Feel a shock. Giggle and stand back to watch what happens to him. Reach one hand over to Circe.</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>27-12-2019, 07:43:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br>● Astonished.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">A shimmer appears over Chloe and suddenly her dress disappears, leaving her clad in sexy underwear.&nbsp; Damn...&nbsp; Shit just got real.&nbsp; How can it be?&nbsp; Magic?&nbsp; Real, honest to god magic?&nbsp; Everything I know about the world is suddenly suspect, but the for some reason I am more surprised at the specific spell's effect on Chloe than at the fact that it happened.&nbsp; Is she really a minx, hiding that side of her even from her friends?.<br><br>"Are you OK Chlo?" I ask with concern in my voice, even though she would be the best equipped to handle this out of the three of us, given her beliefs.&nbsp; She giggles.&nbsp; Did it affect her personality?&nbsp; Or just made her more comfortable expressing it?&nbsp; This thing can be dangerous...<br><br>Circe looks preoccupied as well, getting up and going to the kitchen with a bemused expression on her face, then returns wearing a nurse uniform -- a very lewd nurse uniform.&nbsp; How was she affected as well?&nbsp; Maybe the wink.<br><br></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/Devin_naked_2-500.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>"Uh guys, I think we should slow down and figure out what's going on."&nbsp; But Chloe has none of it, reaching for the book and reciting the spell again, touches my arm.&nbsp; A tingle again.&nbsp; What would happen?&nbsp; I always thought of myself as a 'what you see is what you get' kind of guy.&nbsp; Does it mean that...&nbsp; Crap!&nbsp; I look down at myself realizing that I am standing there completely naked.<br><br>With a gasp, my hands fly to my crotch trying to cover myself, and I dash into the kitchen.&nbsp; There should be an apron there...&nbsp; Yes!&nbsp; Pink and with a flowery pattern but I am in no position to be picky.&nbsp; I quickly tie it around myself and walk back into the room.&nbsp; "I think we should put that book aside for now.""</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>27-12-2019, 15:13:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b878/llqs340wr6l12cy6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe <br>Nurse Nasty</span></strong></div></div> <br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">When someone returns from the kitchen, he/she is wearing a pink apron.&nbsp; Holding hands with Chloe (certain things are very clear again—it’s Chloe; I’m definitely Nurse Nasty), I ask “Does that not seem odd?&nbsp; Apron on, no boobs.”&nbsp; The clothes&nbsp; now being worn no longer present a false facade, that was before.<br><br>It’s something one should be able to figure out.&nbsp; What doesn’t make sense, what’s wrong with the picture presented.&nbsp; I’m wearing a nurse’s outfit—I touch my boobs—oooo, sensitive!&nbsp; Per usual.&nbsp; Chloe’s outfitted as well—with my free hand, I touch Chloe’s boobs—yes, as expected, gorgeous, supple.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Frowning, I turn to Mike(?)&nbsp; Looking intently, “It’s just not right.&nbsp; Apron.&nbsp; Where are the boobs?”<br><br>He/she seems confused, especially when speaking of putting the book aside.&nbsp; Why do that?&nbsp; I giggle, saying to Chloe.&nbsp; “Nurse Nasty” (that’s me) “will check the patient out.”&nbsp; <br><br>Letting go of Chloe’s hand I take a few steps to, yes, it’s sort of Mike, sort of not, with the apron.&nbsp; My hand runs to his crotch, stroking there and getting the expected result.&nbsp; I look at Chloe, winking.&nbsp; The chest?&nbsp; I run my hands along the chest—not any hint of boobs.&nbsp; I whisper into Mike’s ear, <em>“cute apron sweetie, but no boobs.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>We need to separate—I bite apron-girl’s lobe and walk back to Chloe.&nbsp; “Sexy girl in lingerie.&nbsp; Another in nurse’s outfit.&nbsp; Another in an apron.&nbsp; Three outfits, but only two sets of boobs.&nbsp; One more set needed.&nbsp; Am I wrong?”<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-12-2019, 17:05:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chloe</strong><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Mikey looks so cute in the apron, nothing more than a tent.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mikey dear, we’ve all seen that before, just not recently. But Circe dear, you’re so right. Not enough boobs. I need to try one more thing, just to make sure these spells really work before we help Michelle. It is Michelle, right? Before we help her develop properly!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Run my fingers over the text again. Focus on my own lingerie gear and it’s lack of alignment with Circe’s Nurse Nasty outfit.</span></span><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 48pt;" class="bbc_size">“</span></span></td><td><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>The clothes you wear present a false facade,<br>Like woven lies your essence they conceal.<br>A magic spell will peel away the fraud,<br>And your true nature to the world reveal!”</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I feel another ripple and look down. Yep, as I thought. Intention matters.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So Michelle, do you want big ones or little ones? Because how you want them is going to matter a whole lot.”</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>27-12-2019, 17:50:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b878/llqs340wr6l12cy6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe <br>Nurse Nasty</span></strong></div></div> <br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe, Nurse Chloe, seems to be getting a handle on things.&nbsp; I realize it’s the book and no way should we back off of using the book!&nbsp; Yay Chloe!&nbsp; From an ‘oh-no’ attitude, she’s now a cute nurse and offering Michelle a choice on the next.<br><br>I guess she figures it’s up to Michelle as to boob size.&nbsp; His/her boob size.&nbsp; I like mine.&nbsp; I like Chloe’s.&nbsp; That’s a good size.&nbsp; That’s what I hope he/she picks, but if it’s up to him/her . . . “I’m thinking that if, I truly mean if, one has small boobs, the principle of proportionality says that all must be that way.”&nbsp; I’m sure Michelle is smart (even though she said to put the book away) and she’ll get the idea that the third leg would have to be shortened; I’d have to figure out how one does it, but I’m a can-do nurse, Nurse Nasty.&nbsp; I try out my first Nurse Nasty nasty smile on Michelle.<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>28-12-2019, 11:32:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Apron.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br>● Wearing a pink apron.<br>● Astonished.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe really gets into the stereotypical 'naughty nurse' role and I am not sure it's entirely an act.&nbsp; She touches her breasts, sucking air in -- she always was sensitive in that department -- then gropes Chloe's.&nbsp; I've seen her doing that before, sometimes to tease me, other-times to make Chloe blush, but this time it feels different, as if...&nbsp; Then her hand finds its way to my crotch and my concerns fade away; she really knows how to distract a guy.<br><br>Her hands switch to my chest, whispering about my lack of boobs.&nbsp; Of course I won't have any, I'm a guy after all.&nbsp; Is that a hint that she wants some attention as well?&nbsp; I did not expect things to escalate this quickly, but maybe the outfit put her in the mood so who am I to complain?&nbsp; Pushing my hand into her cleavage, I circle a nipple with a finger, just like she likes it, then repeat with the other one.&nbsp; "Yours on the other hand are perfect," I murmur.&nbsp; Magic or not, this evening just took a torn toward the interesting.<br><br>Not to be outdone, Chloe recites the spell again, and her lingerie morphs into another nurse outfit.&nbsp; Kinky.&nbsp; There are worse things than playing doctor with both of them, unless it involves rectal thermometers, really not my thing.&nbsp; Deep in my reverie, itt takes me a moment to realize that they have been referring to me as 'Michelle'.&nbsp; "Uh, ladies," I furrow my brow, "It's me, Mike, your guy friend, not some Michelle girl..."<br><br>Then the coin drops and a realization hits me like a ton of bricks.&nbsp; "Oh no," I step back raising my hands in front of me.&nbsp; "No no no!&nbsp; Just No!&nbsp; Don't even think of it!"&nbsp; But I can tell that they are thinking of it, and Chloe has the book.&nbsp; Maybe I could snatch it out of her hand before she does something we would all regret.</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2019, 13:41:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural and untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I can’t help but giggle at Mikey. He’s so cute in my little, pink striped apron. He’d look even cuter in the sheer one with lace trimming but this one was in front on the hook.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh Mikey, you changed us, I just helped you peel away your own fraud. So now it’s Circe’s turn to try her hand at this book. You just sit down and be a good boy while she figures this out.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I slide the book over to Circe.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Go ahead, your turn. And Mikey, you leave her alone or we’ll turn you into a toad and we don’t kiss toads!”</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>28-12-2019, 16:21:07</strong>
			</dt>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b878/llqs340wr6l12cy6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe <br>Nurse Nasty</span></strong></div></div> <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Chloe says it’s my turn with the book.&nbsp; It’s almost as if some magician snapped her fingers.&nbsp; From there to a clearer ‘here and now’.&nbsp; My nipples are diamond hard—I still remember that.&nbsp; Mike’s specialty, quick moment of horniness—no doubt that’s the nipple explanation.&nbsp; What else?&nbsp; Umm, someone or something was out of order—I’m thinking boobs on Mike, but does that make sense?&nbsp; It did, but does it?<br><br>Where do things stand?&nbsp; Oh, yes, that’s right.&nbsp; My turn with the book.&nbsp; Were we playing a game?&nbsp; Truth or dare with the book?&nbsp; I’m still not sure.&nbsp; Chloe’s offers an understanding, patient look.&nbsp; Mike’s looking at me anxiously.&nbsp; I see the book and take it.&nbsp; I give it a hug.&nbsp; I look questioningly and Chloe nods.&nbsp; Mike still seems apprehensive.<br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9b78/keuu5gujcagrzi76g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Kali</span> </strong></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I extend it in front of me, looking at it.&nbsp; Does one start at the beginning?&nbsp; That question is quickly answered.&nbsp; I think of course start at the beginning,&nbsp; open the book there.&nbsp; Trying to turn to the first page, it’s not opening.&nbsp; Maybe the book isn’t for me.&nbsp; I try again and again.&nbsp; Finally, it just opens to somewhere in the middle.&nbsp; <br><br>There’s a picture.&nbsp; It seems that there are different parts, probably different types of spells.&nbsp; I touch the picture and it’s portal time.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><div align="center">____________________<br><br>(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3448/3zr546i68o7kejz6g.jpg)<br><br>____________________</div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/17db/l4zwhuc3c6byed66g.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Whoa!&nbsp; My first question is where am I?&nbsp; My second question is where are Chloe and Mike?&nbsp; This place is dank, damp and misty.&nbsp; Cold too.&nbsp; No sign of Chloe or Mike.&nbsp; Let’s see.&nbsp; “Yoo-hoo!&nbsp; Chloe?&nbsp; Mike? . . . <strong>Chloe!!!!!&nbsp; Mike!!!!!</strong>”&nbsp; No answer.<br><br>There is a voice though.&nbsp; At least I think it’s a voice.&nbsp; <em>This way Circe . . . </em>&nbsp; I’m standing at the pool of water.&nbsp; The voice?&nbsp; It’s up the steps.&nbsp; As I walk hesitantly up the steps, the voice affirms, just whispering, <em>Yes, this way Circe . . .&nbsp; yes . . . </em>&nbsp; <br><br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/11df/hqbohags3n5t9gd6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Goddess Bia - Violence</span> </strong></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Walking, I see statuary.&nbsp; I guess goddesses who have had memorials built for them.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; I think Chloe and Mike would get a kick out of it.<br><br>I keep walking and there’s an animate goddess.&nbsp; “Hello, I’m Circe.”&nbsp; She doesn’t tell me her name, but I can sense her being pissed.&nbsp; I really, really didn’t do anything.&nbsp; I’m pretty much here involuntarily.&nbsp; She glares at me, <strong>“Never hesitate.&nbsp; Strike with a force that becomes a hallmark.&nbsp; Forget respect, treasure being feared.”</strong>&nbsp; Maybe it’s like pledging a sorority.&nbsp; I nod as if I get what she’s saying.&nbsp; Nodding, trying to look fierce, I walk farther along.<br><br><br><br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/de5a/eo6p4cqcn0po1906g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Goddess Elentaria <br>– Queen of Stars -</span> </strong> </div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I see another a ways away, then as I walk closer, I start to smile.&nbsp; Oh, and I make sure of my mantra: ‘hooters out’.&nbsp; She’s got a nice set.&nbsp; If I had my phone, I’d take a pic—Mike might be interested.&nbsp; Might?&nbsp; That’s an understatement.&nbsp; <br><br>She speaks my name “Circe.”&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; “Your mothers . . . ”&nbsp; Uh-oh, is this heaven?&nbsp; Has something happened to them?&nbsp; I hope it’s not hell which I never believed in.&nbsp; My mothers, my adoptive parents, what about them?&nbsp; I haven’t visited as regularly as parents would want, but . . . “your mothers are witches, call upon what they’ve taught.”&nbsp; So they’re okay.&nbsp; More than a few have said they were bitches, I don’t remember any mention of them being witches.&nbsp; This one seems nice and it might make sense to umm conduct an interview, except she points along the path I’ve been taking.&nbsp; I nod, continuing on. <br>&nbsp; <br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9a48/d78jsbidkk8co4l6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Goddess Egeria <br>counselor<br></span> </strong></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Okay, it’s not heaven, not hell.&nbsp; Sort of sorority row for goddess recruiters is the best I can describe it.&nbsp; I’m sticking with that.&nbsp; As I get closer to the next goddess, I’m thinking I favor the one before.&nbsp; It’s just that I’m boob-biased.&nbsp; This one is okay that way, but Mike wouldn’t pause a moment looking at any picture of her.&nbsp; Well maybe he would.&nbsp; She’s athletic looking.&nbsp; Cool hair and outfit—sort of exotic.&nbsp; No, Mike I don’t know how she is in bed.<br><br>The snakes suggest she’s someone that might be hard to get close to without permission.<br><br><em>”Circe”</em>&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; <em>”Circe, be playful.”</em>&nbsp; I nod, waiting for more.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>That’s it?<br><br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/336f/9f4i27xjik8jzye6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">But that’s not it.&nbsp; I’m not a nurse.&nbsp; I see Mike and I see Chloe.&nbsp; And we’re in Chloe’s place.&nbsp; They’re looking at me as I have the book now closed, held in both hands.&nbsp; I guess I got playful.&nbsp; Playful must mean more than adding a cup size to my boobs, but that’s the result.&nbsp; I look at the book.&nbsp; There have to be tons of spells.<br><br>“I think I was raised by witches.&nbsp; The book might insist that we cast spells and we’ve got to be careful.&nbsp; Playful’s good, but things can get a little off track.” <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>01-01-2020, 02:50:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Apron.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br>● Wearing a pink apron.<br>● Out of his depth.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"I have not changed you," I object as I judge the feasibility of grabbing the book before things get out of hand.&nbsp; "Well, not deliberately at least."&nbsp; The opportunity seems to present itself but before I can act Chloe passes the book to Circe who hugs it to her chest.&nbsp; I'm not about to reclaim it by force, that's totally out of the question, so I might as well admit that the ship has sailed on that course of action.&nbsp; "If you're so keen on bespelling me, you could fix my finger instead," I grumble.&nbsp; I don't think Chloe's threat to turn me into a toad was serious, she wouldn't do that to me...&nbsp; Or would she?<br><br>I turn my head to Circe and notice her blank, spaced-out gaze.&nbsp; "Circe?" I reach to touch her arm, "Are you alright?"&nbsp; There is no response, she feels rigid and immobile, and even a little cold to the touch.&nbsp; "What did just happen?" I turn back to Chloe, hoping that she would know more about it because...&nbsp; Well, partially because I know fuck all about this shit and she's the one with a witch for a grandmother, but mostly because I am on the verge of freaking out.&nbsp; "Is there anything we can..."&nbsp; Then I hear Circe's voice and a wave of relief washes over me.&nbsp; She's fine!<br><br>"Jeez, is everybody around me a broom-rider in disguise?" I shake my head in mock exasperation, trying to relieve the tension.&nbsp; There's something different about Circe though, she seems... bigger?&nbsp; Yes, she is definitely stretching her shirt more than she used to, which is a definite proof that magic can indeed cause physical changes.&nbsp; I should be concerned about this development (pun notwithstanding) but it does look good on her...&nbsp; "Figures," I smirk, "equating playfulness with boobs..."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-01-2020, 19:20:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural and untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Broom-rider? Um, okay.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’ll work on broom-riding later, Mikey. But first things first.”</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2872/4he7tp61t5l5reazg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Start thumbing through the book, an intention forming. The pages seem to flip by themselves and eventually refuse to turn. Ah yes, this! Glance quickly at Mikey and his finger. Then recite the words there.</span></span><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 48pt;" class="bbc_size">“</span></span></td><td><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>The wound you bear<br>Doeth pain you dear<br>Yet all shall be<br>As in days of yore.”</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Look up at Mikey.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “How’s that Mikey? Your finger I mean. Is your wittow booboo all better?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>01-01-2020, 21:18:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/336f/9f4i27xjik8jzye6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">First off, I thought we were trying to figure out how to play a game, then this book becomes a possible force, but now Mike is being judgmental.&nbsp; He doesn’t even try to hide the smirk—there’s a good chance (not certainty) that my playfulness has resulted in bigger boobs.&nbsp; What does smart-ass, smirking Mike suggest?—that I’m being typical. <br><br>“I’m not the brightest bulb in . . . ”&nbsp; Is that right?&nbsp; I correct course: “I’m the dimmest . . . No, no, no!”&nbsp; I sigh deeply and do notice my boobs are very, very nice!!!&nbsp; <br><br>I shake my head to get focused, clearer.&nbsp; So far, Mike hurt his finger.&nbsp; Asked for a nurse which I became and which Chloe became.&nbsp; I took a wee trip through the book and find out that my moms are witches.&nbsp; If I’m adopted, what does that make me in the witch world?&nbsp; What if I was born a witch and also adopted by witches?<br><br>I decide to hold off on a call to either mother.&nbsp; I continue to think about spells.&nbsp; The nurse thing started with Mike.&nbsp; Chloe has found a spell to fix his finger and she’s still in a nurse’s outfit.&nbsp; So it may be that Chloe is holding a spell result and building on it—was Mike’s finger that serious?&nbsp; Don’t know, but it’s going to be fun to see if he’s all better.<br><br>Before, Chloe suggested Mike would get boobs and now I think it might be a just dessert.&nbsp; But there wasn’t any follow-up.<br><br>Right now the spelling feels like bumper cars.&nbsp; We’re all careening around and ‘spelling’, bumping and stuff.&nbsp; <br><br>My trip into whatever that other world was tells me that those bumper cars can become serious monsters of cataclysm or bizarre oopsies.&nbsp; <br><br>So who is doing what spell on whom?&nbsp; That’s a pretty focused question.&nbsp; A good one.&nbsp; I’m waiting on the finger experiment.&nbsp; . . . What if we all focused on the same ‘spell’, what then?&nbsp; Would it become permanent?&nbsp; Would it not take time to percolate? <br><br>My boob spell still seems solid.&nbsp; *Giggle*&nbsp; <em>solid as in nicely firm!</em><br><br>With my lost in thought thinking, I hear Chloe ask if Mikey’s wittow booboo is all better.&nbsp; Funnyyyy!!!!! But what if, I whisper to Chloe, <em>“Let’s think Mike grows C cups for ohhh, 5?&nbsp; 5 minutes?”</em>&nbsp; That seems like long enough to confirm and see results.&nbsp; It’s something that’s not happening without some thought.&nbsp; So it’s a good idea.<br><br>I do notice that my suggestion doesn’t get a straight-off no from Chloe.&nbsp; I start thinking C-cup on Mike and impatiently say, “Let’s C Mike” which sounds like ‘let’s see’.&nbsp; The small&nbsp; question is whether Mike’s finger is better and the big question is whether he has C-cups for five.<br><br>If this works, supposed broom-riders will no longer be in major disguise.&nbsp; <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>03-01-2020, 19:58:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Apron.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br>● Wearing a pink apron.<br>● Out of his depth.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe gives me a strange look, as if something I said rubbed her the wrong way, but still she thumbs through the book, finding a spell to recite.&nbsp; A pleasant warm feeling spreads across my finger and the bandage flashes and disappears, leaving behind smooth skin with no sign of damage.&nbsp; "Nice!" I examine the finger, pressing on it with my other hand.&nbsp; There is no pain, if feels completely healed.&nbsp; "Thank you, witchy nurse Chloe!"<br><br>Circe doesn't seem to take well to my teasing, which is strange since normally she gives as good as she gets.&nbsp; Maybe she's still a little shaken from whatever she experienced?&nbsp; I should be going easy on her, there has been a lot for her to come to grips with.&nbsp; "You're not dim at all, Circe," I insist.&nbsp; "Maybe just a little confused right now, but then all of us are to some extent."<br><br>She looks at me funny then leans over to whisper in Chloe's ear.&nbsp; They keep whispering to each other for a bit while glancing at me and giggling.&nbsp; What could they be up to?&nbsp; "Let's see Mike", Circe says, then exchanges glances with Chloe and they both look at me expectantly.&nbsp; "See what?" I asked in confusion, looking around.&nbsp; Is there anything I'm supposed to see?</span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/58/Boobs.gif)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"I don't under..." I start, but a growing warmth in my chest distracts me.&nbsp; The feeling intensifies, turning into pressure that is oddly centred on my stiffening nipples.&nbsp; For a brief moment nothing happens, but then I gasp as a pair of growing mounds push the apron out, and in seconds I am staring down a bona-fide cleavage, with two tiny tents made by the poking of a pair of thick feminine nipples.<br><br>"The fuck?!" my hands fly to the unnatural protrusions, instinctively trying to push them back in, evoking another gasp when the rubbing of the nipples on the apron's fabric sends a jolt of pleasure through my core.&nbsp; Damn, those things are sensitive!&nbsp; And to make things worse, my libido reacts predictably to the presence of yet another pair of breasts by making another tent appear downstairs.<br><br>"Ugh!" I groan, shooting a scathing look at the giggling girls.&nbsp; "This is not funny!&nbsp; Get me back to normal!"</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>04-01-2020, 14:48:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/336f/9f4i27xjik8jzye6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Yayay!</em>&nbsp; At the same instant Mike utters <em>the fuck!</em> I think Yayay.&nbsp; Sure, it’s great that cut fingers can get better with a spell and all the credit to Chloe for that, but it seems pretty clear that I’m included in the spellcaster’s union.<br><br><em>Nice titays!&nbsp; Those things have their own time zone?&nbsp; Can I sleep on those?&nbsp; Are they real, real?</em>&nbsp; All those are thoughts that come and stay locked up.&nbsp; I’m rather proud of not saying anything like that.&nbsp; I’ve heard them all and more and sometimes, maybe a lot, it feels fun to hear, but Mike may be feeling, awkward(?).&nbsp; Possibly, he could be going through pre-teen budding issues.&nbsp; (Is everyone looking at my chest?).<br><br>Not to worry Mike.&nbsp; It’s just 5 minutes.&nbsp; (Umm, hello?&nbsp; Clock-master to Circe, take a look at a timepiece of choice—your phone, whatever.&nbsp; This stunning event of chestiness has been in force for more than 5 minutes already.&nbsp; And Circe thinks where does the time fly when you’re so shocked?&nbsp; I wonder how Mike is viewing time.&nbsp; Has it seemed like a century?)<br><br>Okay Mike, maybe worry a little bit, but if we caused this, we can un-cause this.&nbsp; We just have to figure how spells work.&nbsp; We’re gathering info by the second.&nbsp; I was a nurse, now not.&nbsp; My outfit is normal.&nbsp; Okay, my boobs are enhanced and have stayed that way.&nbsp; But Chloe was in lingerie then into nurse stuff where she really did a great thing.<br><br>I probably should get out of thinking only mode and offer some reassurance.&nbsp; “No big deal Mike.”&nbsp; And?&nbsp; “Most of this is coming and going, try and remain neutral I’d say.&nbsp; Don’t, you know, interfere with the process and make it permanent or at least last longer than it should, let things run their course.”&nbsp; <br><br>That seems like good advice.&nbsp; I rather like it.&nbsp; I need a gauge on time though.&nbsp; <em>Shit!</em><br><br>I look at Chloe and Mike.&nbsp; &nbsp;“The reservations!!!”&nbsp; 9 months ago I made reservations for <span class="bbc_u">the</span> new pizza place; and had to pull strings to get on the short wait list.&nbsp; Since then, I’ve read every review and the wait list has gotten even longer.&nbsp; Needed 3 to get a reservation and no seating without your party being present.&nbsp; (I made Mike promise he’d come—‘yes, yes, I promise!’ and when I looked very serious, ‘you can punch me in the balls if I break the promise’; Chloe said she’d come and that was all she needed to say—she was that way).<br><br>The mention of reservations draws blank stares.&nbsp; “The pizza to die for restaurant.&nbsp; It’s tonight!”&nbsp; <br><br>AND growing a set is not an excuse to not go.&nbsp; I’m thinking quickly—trying to take into account all the Mike defenses before they’re said.&nbsp; “We’ll say it’s a bet you lost and they’re fake.”&nbsp; That works; it’s a possible.&nbsp; What else?&nbsp; “Chloe, that super huge sweatshirt” (well huge on her) “the one you wore for the touch football game?&nbsp; Mike could wear that.”&nbsp; Or “Mike has a twin sister, Misha who we’re treating to a special pizza.”&nbsp; Errr, “Misha’s short for Michelle.”&nbsp; This last one fits in when Chloe called Mike Michelle.&nbsp; (For whatever that’s worth; no Mike we’re not conspiring; at least not intentionally). <br><br>The Devil is in the details.&nbsp; I don’t even bother to look at Mike’s finger.&nbsp; I walk up to him and caress his (politely said) breasts.&nbsp; That causes a little gasp.&nbsp; “It’s up to you, they’re nice and perky, but a bra could help.” <br><br>It’s ‘Michael’ time: “Michael.&nbsp; You promised on the restaurant and you can’t go back on a promise.”&nbsp; Although he might—maybe he’s really worried and would take on a kick to the balls instead.&nbsp; Hmmm.&nbsp; “Things are admittedly different at the moment.&nbsp; That should be taken into account.&nbsp; Forget a ‘kick’” that should remind him of the full promise, “what will the book do if you break your promise?”&nbsp; As one might say, Karma is a bitch.&nbsp; Mike might even have said that once or twice.&nbsp; Now, if he breaks his promise with breasts in place, does he keep those and lose what might otherwise have been kicked?&nbsp; I look at Mike to let him think that through, raising my eyebrows as in <em>does one really want to risk all that?</em><br><br>And with Chloe it should be easier, “I think relaxing, not forcing things will get a good groove.&nbsp; Things are always clearer after a good meal and conversation.&nbsp; All things lead to pizza.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>So . . . “Walk or drive?&nbsp; It’s not that far.” <br><br><em>Karma’s a bitch Circe!</em>&nbsp; Why do I keep coming back to that?&nbsp; I look at Mike and he’s balking at anything outside--neither walk or drive.&nbsp; I can relate.&nbsp; But . . . fine!&nbsp; “Hold on Misha, maybe there’s another solution.”&nbsp; This probably raises hopes for a boob reduction cure, but that’s not what I’m thinking.<br><br>This should clearly put my Karma in great order.&nbsp; .&nbsp; .&nbsp; . in an instant of time, with my current time-study calculations in place, (it’s an instant) I’ve called Keira and gave her the scoop—she was grateful and guaranteed she could line up two others; I mean who couldn’t?<br><br>I fill my two friends in.&nbsp; “I told Keira what was going on.”&nbsp; I look at Mike and decide to stay on the good Karma roll, rather than teasing, “No, I didn’t say you had boobs and we were staying in, I just told her things came up.”&nbsp; Okay, I can’t resist completely, “I didn’t even mention the ‘tenting’.&nbsp; She’s taking the reservation.”&nbsp; (Smile).<br><br>Smiling helps overcome the disappointment of the lost reservation.&nbsp; “You better be super nice to me Mike.&nbsp; And I get to use Misha, like five, no make it ten times.”&nbsp; . . . “Chloe can use them too.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-01-2020, 17:56:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">We watch as Mikey, um, changes before our eyes!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “<abbr title="Oh My Goddess"><em>OMG</em></abbr>! Mikey? Mikey your … your chest!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Something from my childhood rushes back.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, okay. Um, the first spell? We never ended it! It’s still going! Mikey, your hair is growing too! Um, Mikey, you’ve got to stop that spell!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">How did grand-mama put it? Right, ‘whenever you finish something, finish if. This is done!’</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mikey? Just say ‘And that is that!’ The changes will stop if you say it the way you said the spell. Say ‘And that is that! It’ll take care of itself and the changes will stop!”</span></span><br><br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">                </span><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">And Circe reminds us of a reservation we all decided on a long time ago. Yeah, I still want to go for the pizza to die for too!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Um, my hockey sweater might work better, or the sweater. Let me fetch those, and maybe, um, maybe something to keep those cuties from bouncing? I hate it when they bounce around!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I go to my bedroom and fetch the sweater and the jersey. From my dresser drawer, the larges C-Cup bra I own, too big for me but might work for Mikey. I hide that behind my back and present, um, him with the outerwear.</span></span><br><br><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2601/4awunaemsfp1x6qzg.jpg)(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0364/6329/products/favre_nike_mens_back.png?v=1444086496)</div><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Here, one of these ought to work. Yzerman or Favre, your choice. Oh, and I suggest you want to try this on. Don’t worry, no one will see it.”</span></span><br><br><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5e87/yjml0d0antk3d87zg.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>05-01-2020, 02:34:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5d/1486501462997.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Wearing a pink apron.<br>● Sprouting perky C-cup breasts.<br>● Freaking out.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe comes from behind to caress my breasts and I gasp and swat her hands away, blushing a little.&nbsp; "Hey!"&nbsp; She treats it as no big deal, discussing the pizza place reservation, and suggesting I wear a baggy sweatshirt? and a bra? and say those are fake?&nbsp; How can she think of food at a time like this?&nbsp; "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I burst out.&nbsp; "I've got freaking tits for Chrissake!&nbsp; This is not normal!&nbsp; No way I am going anywhere like this, especially not where people know me.&nbsp; I am not some freak show, and I'm going to be the centre of attention for people to snicker at, even if they think it's fake!"<br><br>At least Chloe seems to treat it more seriously, which kind of makes sense, she always was the most sensible of the three of us.&nbsp; "What do you mean, 'And that is that'?" I gripe.&nbsp; "I don't need the changes to stop, I need them to be undone!&nbsp; I can't go through life as a guy with tits."&nbsp; I notice that I am hyperventilating and try to calm myself down, with only partial success.<br><br>Meanwhile, Chloe leaves, then comes back with a pair of large sweatshirts.&nbsp; Large for her small frame that is, but on me they would likely be tight fitting.&nbsp; Still, better than the apron, which brings me to...&nbsp; "Thanks, but I need something for the bottom as well," I point down at the apron.&nbsp; "That spell nuked all of my clothes.&nbsp; Do you have a spare pair of loose sweatpants?"&nbsp; I'll have to do without underwear for now but that's the least of my problems.&nbsp; I look at the bra suspiciously, not sure what to make of it.&nbsp; "Uh, let's try to figure out how to get rid of them.&nbsp; Can you check the book?&nbsp; There must be something there to fix it, right?"&nbsp; I don't trust it, but it's probably my best option.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-01-2020, 12:25:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">He doesn’t get it!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mikey, we can’t reverse it until you stop it. You have to stop it because you you started it! Just say ‘And that is that’ and the changes will stop. Your tits have stopped growing I think, but just look at how long your hair is getting! And, um, Mikey? Check out your hands!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">His fingers are becoming more slender to match is apparently finer boned forearms and his fingernails are growing longer. He’s going to need a manicure too!<br><br>I put my hands on my hips, try to look stubborn.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mikey, I’m not going to do even one more thing for you until you stop the spell! I think your butt is starting to change too! And your cheekbones are changing! Are you sure being a girl isn’t your true nature? Cuz it sure looks like it and is gonna keep going until you stop the spell!”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>05-01-2020, 14:37:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/336f/9f4i27xjik8jzye6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe states the obvious—things, they are a changin’.&nbsp; Well, we’ve stopped (me and Chloe), but Misha (I’ll use one of my allocated Mishas as I think on this) is still reallocating his/her assets.&nbsp; (To me it feels much more appropriate to think the proper pronoun designation with Mike/Misha (another Misha usage—down to 8)).<br><br>Chloe says it’s all up to Mike.&nbsp; She’s really in intervention mode—Mikey being used by her to cajole and reason.&nbsp; But I’m not so sure it’s all up to him/her.&nbsp; I’ve slipped into lotus position, watching the back and forth.&nbsp; It is a calming position and maybe ‘M’ is becoming more flexible, able to pose in lotus as well.&nbsp; <em>Flexibility is fun and appreciated.</em><br><br>Back-and-forth.&nbsp; Back-and-forth.&nbsp; That book is pretty thick and one would think it’s pretty complicated.&nbsp; How does Chloe <strong>know</strong> it’s up to ‘M’?&nbsp; ‘M’ only.&nbsp; How?&nbsp; She’s never mentioned taking a class on this; certification this, certification that—yes, but for insurance, not spells.<br><br>As I watch, I’m liking what I see of ‘M’.&nbsp; Are we getting to girls-talk stage of opinions over style things?&nbsp; “try narrowing your waist ‘M’.”&nbsp; I’m in calming mode, choosing not to use Misha and rile someone up over that.&nbsp; The waist narrowing emphasizes the chest without getting super top-heavy.&nbsp; “You’re good on the hair length I’d say.&nbsp; Do you like that color?”&nbsp; I hope so.&nbsp; Three blondes on the prowl is just plain too distracting for the populace.&nbsp; Maybe an auburn color.&nbsp; &nbsp; I don’t even say but imagine <em>a little more hips and a perky ass</em>.&nbsp; Definitely.<br><br><em>You’ll feel more comfortable wearing sweat pants.</em>&nbsp; And they’ll fit I’m pretty sure as things progress, at least as I view things in my calmness.&nbsp; “<em>You’ll feel more comfortable wearing sweat pants.</em>”&nbsp; The yoga instructor voice has taken over.<br><br>I look at ‘M’ and nod gently in my yoga position.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>06-01-2020, 05:06:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Boobs1-540.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Wearing a pink apron.<br>● Sprouting perky C-cup breasts.<br>● Getting more androgynous.<br>● Freaking out.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I look at my hands...&nbsp; Chloe is right, they look more slender, and tipped with long fingernails.&nbsp; I have to stop this, but...&nbsp; "I've already said it, and it didn't work!" my voice sounds petulant...&nbsp; Crap! I need to keep it together, whatever is happening to me we will find a way to undo it, we have to!&nbsp; "And that is that!&nbsp; And that is that!&nbsp; And that is that!" I call out.&nbsp; "Is that it?&nbsp; Do I need to say it more?&nbsp; Or louder?&nbsp; Did it work now?"&nbsp; It must have!&nbsp; But what if Chloe and and Circe cannot fix it?&nbsp; What do I do then?&nbsp; Who will be able to help me?<br><br>A thought rises in my mind, like the proverbial light bulb.&nbsp; Leigh!&nbsp; She said the book was magic, and I assumed she meant stage magic, but what if she didn't?&nbsp; What if she knew all along?&nbsp; And if she did, maybe she knows more, or has something else in her store that can reverse the magic...&nbsp; It's worth a shot, but first I'll let the girls try, they seem to know what they are doing -- at least Chloe does, I am pretty sure Circe was the one that saddled me with the boobs in the first place...<br><br>"I don't need a narrow waist," I sigh in exasperation, "or longer hair, or anything like that, although clothes will be nice.&nbsp; Do you have those sweatpants, Chloe?&nbsp; Circe's right, I'll feel much more comfortable than wearing nothing but your apron."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-01-2020, 14:30:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Good! Maybe he … she? … they stopped it. But not soon enough because she now has a bubble butt and narrow waist to go with her C++ chest.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Circe, please help him into that bra. It’s stretchy and too big for me so might work. And I’ll look for bottoms. Don’t count on it though, um Mikey. With that bubble butt …”</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f7a3/utqtpfuwowvoy8yzg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Shut up, Chloe! Leave off with harassing the boy!</em> I head for my bedroom and check the drawer I last recall having sweat pants. Before my last move though, and I did purge. Nope, gone. So what else? Ah! That Christmas present from my cousin, yoga pants two sizes too large. Our standing joke, and I haven’t had a chance to seek revenge on her or to donate those pants.<br><br>So the next drawer up where I know I stashed ’em. Yep, these might just work and that sweatshirt will hang down far enough so the style will be consistent. Shoes? No clue about shoes, like what size does he even wear?<br><br>Roll the yoga pants into a bundle and head back out.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “These should fit you, Mikey. Best I have to offer.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>06-01-2020, 15:45:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/336f/9f4i27xjik8jzye6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witchcraft experimenter<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I move from lotus position to approaching ‘M’ with the bra.&nbsp; What are friends for?&nbsp; To help when things are difficult.&nbsp; Chloe has suggested helping with the bra and that is something I can accomplish (figuring out the change-back is still uncertain of success).&nbsp; <br><br>I show M that the clasps are in the back (that’s sort of difficult to maneuver); “let me slip it on, arms go through here” and it’s on.&nbsp; I draw the two back ends together with some effort—success!&nbsp; I grab her covered boobs, checking.&nbsp; “It’ll do, but barely.&nbsp; I’d recommend one cup size more.”&nbsp; I add quickly, “but not to worry over that.&nbsp; This is only temporary.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>‘Temporary’ is one of those flexible words.&nbsp; I’m not sure how long I mean temporary is going to be.&nbsp; I definitely don’t know.<br><br>The next step is yoga pants.&nbsp; Chloe has brought those out.&nbsp; Now we’re getting into something I know about.&nbsp; I give M a look and look at the yoga pants about to be donned.&nbsp; Yep.&nbsp; No doubt about it—pushed-up boobs, bubble butt, narrow waist—she’d get eyes moving discreetly in her direction.&nbsp; That’s why the instructor says focus on yourself, no competition.&nbsp; Yourself.<br><br>I circle back to ‘M’s appearance.&nbsp; If I were putting together my ideal babe, it would be embodied by ‘M’.&nbsp; I’m not going to mention everything to her/him, maybe nothing out loud at all, but the boobs, hips, waist, butt, hands, nails—they’re all what I’d input for the babe.&nbsp; I’m definitely not going to mention that the bra band encircles M’s chest, no way it would if Mike were his usual self.<br><br>What if this book had a mind of its own or . . . somehow the three of us have combined to create effects on each other?&nbsp; There has to be some combination.&nbsp; Of something or someone.&nbsp; I did notice that the simple make it stop incantation didn’t make it stop.&nbsp; Things progressed and (guilty look) I was thinking it would be nice to see some of the eventual changes.&nbsp; Was Chloe thinking the same?&nbsp; Partly?<br><br>What else?&nbsp; Well, ummm, what else could there be?&nbsp; My moms might suggest that Loki is having his fun.&nbsp; They’d say things like ‘Oh, it’s Loki’.&nbsp; That would explain some oddity that would crop up when I was growing up.&nbsp; No, not evil, nor is he good, he lives in Asgard even though he is from Jotunheim (the land of the giants). Loves to make trouble for anyone and everyone.&nbsp; Maybe he’s here on vacation or maybe the spirit of Loki is in the book or maybe, . . . who knows? <br><br>Okay.&nbsp; Lots of possibilities.&nbsp; I’ll wait and see.&nbsp; Take it slow.&nbsp; Take in information.&nbsp; Maybe suggest something when there are more clues.<br><br>Hmmm.&nbsp; I wonder how the critical downstairs ‘M’ area functions now.&nbsp; If one or more spell-conspirator (I look at Chloe) was feeling a bit horny would that have an impact down there as well?<br><br>Well back to calming ‘M’.&nbsp; The art of distraction might work.&nbsp; And thinking positive.&nbsp; “Sort of cool the way your finger cut disappeared.”&nbsp; This is a very positive note of how things definitely can turn positive.&nbsp; Of course, everything associated with the book other than that still seems to be in play.&nbsp; I’d call that positive too, but ‘M’ probably wouldn’t.&nbsp; <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>07-01-2020, 05:14:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Boobs1-540.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Feminine figure: perky C+-cup breasts,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; thin waist, bubble butt, slender hands,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; long nails.<br>● Wearing a pink apron.<br>● Feeling humiliated.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe returns with clothes.&nbsp; The pants would not be my first choice; they do feel tighter than I expected, given their size, and do little to conceal the bulge in front, but it's either them or the pink apron.&nbsp; I reluctantly let Circe help me into a bra, pulling a sweatshirt over it, but then Circe mentions a bubble butt...<br><br>I look behind me and sure enough, my butt is huge, and the yoga emphasize it even more...&nbsp; This is when I almost lose it.&nbsp; I flop down on the couch, cradling my head in my arms, feeling like the whole universe has made it its personal goal to humiliate me in every possible way.&nbsp; "Fuck," I sigh dejectedly.&nbsp; "How much more humiliation am I going to suffer before this blasted book decides that enough is enough?"</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-01-2020, 14:41:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">We manage to get M into the yoga pants and long top. She, um they slump on the couch. Needs shoes. And our restaurant time is fast approaching.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, you need shoes. And I need to change to go to dinner. And then we can go to dinner unles Circe needs to change in which case we can drive by her place so she can change out of her nastyness. Okay, back soon with shoes for, um, for Emmy here.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Seemed the best way to call them ‘M.’ I head into my room and get out the biggest pair of shoes I have. Hope they fit him. And then take off the candy striper dress and go to my closet and reach in and my hand pulls out a candy striper dress. Look back at the bed, that dress is nowhere to be seen. Back to the closet and very deliberately pull out a blouse and yoga pants set to try to be simpatico with our Emmy. Turn and find I’m holding another candy striper dress. Okay, we’re doing a costume party or something. Put the dress back on and check my makeup. The pale lipstick I apply turns brilliant red as it touches my lips. My nail polish has gone from opaque white to crimson. This is what I want? The spell is still in effect on me. So I return to the living room and sit on the floor in front of Emmy to try the shoes on her feet.</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<div class="reverse">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/64fc/pi8gz82p09wwo2mzg.jpg)</div></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I tried to change. The spell kept changing me back. Candy striper was something I thought I wanted to be as a kid. We need to find a way to nullify this spell on me and on you too Circe. I bet you can’t change either. So we’re going to the pizza place in costume. Okay? Now give me your foot, Emmy and let’s see if these sandals fit.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I pick up their foot and offer the sandal to it and something strange happens. Either the foot adapts to the sandal or the sandal enlarges for their foot. Shrug. Too weird for me! The other one does the same. I stand up and offer Emmy my hand.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay Emmy, let’s see you walk in your new shoes. Those heels will take some practice. Maybe.”</span></span><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>07-01-2020, 17:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/336f/9f4i27xjik8jzye6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Somehow, I’m getting what I wanted—we’re headed to the pizza place!&nbsp; This one simple fact offers a thread to investigate and I’m not letting go of it.&nbsp; I’m pulling on it, unraveling things.<br><br>I think I’ll entitle this Theory 1.&nbsp; Basically, when I gave in, gave up on the pizza idea, it ends up we’re going to the restaurant, that’s where things now head.&nbsp; So what does this mean exactly for Mike who is fighting, fighting the feminized look?&nbsp; It <strong>means</strong> that Mike has to stop fighting being feminized and give in; once he surrenders, he gets what he wants.&nbsp; <br><br>Eureka!&nbsp; This theory may lead me to getting the Pulitzer Prize or is it the Nobel?&nbsp; Something gold—a Golden Globe?<br><br>Anyways, I get the feeling that Chloe is intuiting this.&nbsp; After all, she’s been supplying clothes and shoes.&nbsp; The shoes she provides are manageable, but clearly for the office, an insurance exec.&nbsp; It probably doesn’t matter since the ‘book’ or whatever will change things to a primo presentation.<br><br>Things might be getting a little confusing name-wise.&nbsp; I was going for Misha; Chloe is using Emmy.&nbsp; Same idea—not Mike, something with an ‘M’ sound.&nbsp; I’ll go with Emmy or if I slip, Emma.<br><br>First step (giggle) is Emmy trying to walk at Chloe’s suggestion.&nbsp; I’m pretty sure that the walking will start out awkwardly and then fall into cute wiggle mode, the shoes forcing the gait.&nbsp; I’m getting a feel for the book’s personality.<br><br>With Mike/Emmy concentrating on walking, I find my phone and start showing some pics.&nbsp; Just showing, not guiding or even suggesting.&nbsp; “Take a look on my phone.&nbsp; Cute right?”&nbsp; Maybe Mike/Emmy thinks I’m setting him/her up for a blind date (I have done that before). <br><br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0cc7/87p1pux99diwhpr6g.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Brunet, sexy purple dress, right?” <br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/171c/3topp4e5kaqldwv6g.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> “Brunet in white.&nbsp; Love that dress.&nbsp; Sexy.”<br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/7841/4n8mndl6oq9jc476g.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> “I don’t know Emmy, you seem to have a redhead’s temperament.” <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span></strong></div></div>&nbsp; <br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"> At least not to my surprise, I’m now in a too-hot for words red dress (I really do not know why Chloe was critiquing my clothes!&nbsp; Nastiness?)<br><br>But this has to be shocking to Emmy.&nbsp; That is if Emmy is still capable of being shocked.&nbsp; AND this magical change then allows me to unleash my theory:<br><br>“When you don’t fight things, like being feminized, that happens, then it’s over.&nbsp; That’s what I think.”&nbsp; I’m now in a full-press sales pitch (for Emmy’s benefit) “Become Emmy.&nbsp; Decide on one of those dresses I showed you or another, I don’t care.&nbsp; Come to the restaurant like that, be Emmy.&nbsp; That completes the spell and it’s over.”&nbsp; I’m rather happy with that.&nbsp; Seems to make sense.&nbsp; I know Chloe will give it a try, but Mike?&nbsp; Em?&nbsp; I’m not sure.<br><br>It really is for one’s own good that I’m suggesting all this.&nbsp; What carrot might there be to get this to the next step?&nbsp; “After all, with you dressed, why not slip into the lady’s at the restaurant and find out what makes you orgasm.&nbsp; We’d do that.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I wonder if I should get one of those books where experiments are written down.&nbsp; The scientific method and all.&nbsp; Hmmm.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>09-01-2020, 00:54:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Boobs1-540.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Feminine figure: perky C+-cup breasts,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; thin waist, bubble butt, slender hands,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; long nails, dainty feet, long hair.<br>● Wearing Chloe's spare clothes.<br>● Feeling humiliated.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The girls keep going on about the restaurant as if it is a done deal.&nbsp; "Aren't you listening?" the annoyance and frustration are clearly detectable in my voice.&nbsp; "I am not going anywhere like this!"&nbsp; Not that they pay any more attention this time.&nbsp; Chloe squats down beside me and straps a pair of lady sandals on my feet.&nbsp; My feet...&nbsp; They look positively tiny.&nbsp; She pulls me up, urging me to walk in heels.&nbsp; I shake my head in protest, causing a cascade of hair to swirl around my shoulders.&nbsp; Contrary to what she had said, the magic is still active, still changing me.<br><br>I take a step back to the couch, and immediately lose my balance and collapse back on it.&nbsp; I try to fold my arms in front of my chest in defiance, except that there's a pair of breasts in the way.&nbsp; Annoying!&nbsp; Chloe complains that she's stuck with the candy stripper outfit and I let out a short mirthless laugh.&nbsp; "I wish I had your problems.&nbsp; And stop calling me Emmy!&nbsp; It is not my fucking name!"&nbsp; I immediately regret my outburst.&nbsp; "I'm sorry Chlo," I sigh, "I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just that this is so... frustrating!"<br><br>Circe shoves her phone in front of my face, with pictures of babes on the screen.&nbsp; Is she trying to distract me?&nbsp; Still, they look good.&nbsp; "Nice ones," I nod, "especially the one in the white dress..." I clamp my mouth shut.&nbsp; What the hell is wrong with my voice?!&nbsp; Not only it sounds feminine but also... sensual?&nbsp; Crap!&nbsp; Just what I needed!<br><br>Something red flickers at the edge of my vision and I look up to see Circe clad in a pretty minimal red dress that leaves little to the imagination.&nbsp; Her too?&nbsp; Why couldn't my changes be confined to my clothing?&nbsp; They were at the beginning, but then things went horribly wrong for some reason...&nbsp; Circe's voice draws my attention, but what she is saying makes little sense.&nbsp; The book wanting me to go to the restaurant as a girl?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; For what purpose?&nbsp; But at this point, what do I have to lose?&nbsp; If she's right, I get a nice pizza and then switch back; and if she's wrong, I still get a nice pizza and continue to search for a way to undo it.&nbsp; But if it makes things worse... I'll fucking kill her!<br></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)</div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"Alright," I sigh, mentally cursing my contralto.&nbsp; "I'll go to the restaurant with you, as Emmy or whatever girly name you want to call me.&nbsp; But it better..." I suddenly feel my clothes shift and look down to see white satin.&nbsp; "What..." I spring up from the couch.&nbsp; A mirror...&nbsp; I need a mirror...&nbsp; Chloe had a full length one, where was it?&nbsp; Ah, on the coat closet's door at the entrance.&nbsp; I sprint there and almost get floored by my reflection.&nbsp; The woman from Circe's picture stares back at me from the mirror.&nbsp; Red-headed, statuesque, drop-dead gorgeous...&nbsp; Wearing the same form-fitting white dress that accentuates her... <em>my</em> curves, all the way down to a conspicuous lack of bulge...&nbsp; I resist the urge to touch.&nbsp; Whatever I now have down there, it is not the part that I am used to, and I don't want to deal with it right now, although I probably would have to at some point, if the premise that girls need more frequent bathroom breaks is true.&nbsp; But this is a problem for later, for now I should just try to ignore it...<br><br>Which Circe makes more difficult than it should be by stepping up to me from behind and whispering in my ear about orgasms.&nbsp; "Shut up!" I blush, turning away from the mirror and from her, trying to conceal the fact that my nipples just got more prominent under the dress and ignore the funny feeling between my legs that is somewhat similar to, yet also different from, a budding erection.&nbsp; "Let's just go and get this over with," I open the door and walk down the steps to street level, and only when standing on the sidewalk I realize that I have run to the door, then walked down the steps, in heels, without so much as a stumble.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-01-2020, 17:57:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">And away she goes. I glance at Circe and follow. She’s walking like a girl, a little sway to her butt and feet more in front of each other than that guy wider pace. I unlock my car and we get in.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Pizza, here we come! If anyone asks, we’re going to a costume party later, okay? Covers all sorts of ills.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">It’s only when I set it down on the console do I realize the book has come along with us.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hey, does anyone remember me picking up the book? I just set it down but don’t remember how it got in the car in my hand. That’s really weird!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">We pull up outside the restaurant and I turn the car over to the valet. Inside, Circe checks in for our reservation while I make us some space off to the side. They’re really crowded! Some guys are checking us out and I ignore ’em.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay Emmy, looks like we have a wait. Let me or Circe handle any guys who decide to hit on us. We’ve been doing this a long time!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2020, 20:38:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">We’re in the midst of the big, the very big experiment.&nbsp; One casts spells by ___________ and one brings a spell to a graceful end by ___________.&nbsp; It makes sense to get answers.&nbsp; Emmy (aka Mike) needs to calm to get and give some rational input.&nbsp; The three of us figuring things out.&nbsp; What about Chloe?&nbsp; She’s a rock, so that’s good.&nbsp; She also has the book to keep us company or vice versa.<br><br>A good experiment isolates one factor and studies its effect.&nbsp; The real life problem that we’re encountering is that there are so many factors.&nbsp; For one thing there’s three people—each has strong feelings about different things; might the strength of feeling have an impact on what happens?&nbsp; Might two medium feelings add up to overcome one strong feeling?&nbsp; Do feelings, ideas even matter?<br><br>Chloe has witch lineage and I have at least witch mothers.&nbsp; What about Mike?&nbsp; He’s the one the book found (I think that’s probably what happened).&nbsp; There’s the book.&nbsp; Loki?<br><br>Real life is impinging on figuring things out since it’s sent us to get pizza—thoughts of all things pizza deflect careful thought over all this.&nbsp; What is wrong with pizza first?&nbsp; One needn’t ask the question—it’s obvious—nothing is wrong with pizza first.<br><br>We get to the restaurant via car.&nbsp; I think we could have walked but Emmy would have been convinced not in <strong>these</strong> shoes.&nbsp; Maybe it’s good that we drove because we’ve got some standing/or sitting to do while waiting.&nbsp; Chloe somehow thought that the reservation I gave away would still somehow be available.&nbsp; Not so.<br><br>Once Emmy and Chloe are set (poised to take stools at the bar when they open), I wander through the crowd to speak with the hostess.&nbsp; This not unexpectedly is walking the gauntlet.&nbsp; Hands ‘accidently’ find their way to my ass as I keep moving.&nbsp; Reaching the hostess stand, I’m told the bad news—the famous 45 minute wait which keeps one here and turns into upward recalculations as the first time estimate reduces.&nbsp; So it looks like twice that 45.<br><br>“How do we get to the front of the wait line?”&nbsp; The hostess gives me a <em>really</em> look.&nbsp; “I’m in the business.&nbsp; I know.&nbsp; I know.&nbsp; But my friend over there, the one in the white dress”&nbsp; (I am not going to say he), “she had an emotional breakup today”&nbsp; (I am not going to say that her body was ripped away) “and we’re working to keep her emotions even keel.&nbsp; Pizza, ya know?”&nbsp; (Not bad as an impromptu).<br><br>My pitch is swung at and I get a surprising comebacker: “Look, she’s cute.&nbsp; Hot—maybe I’m feeling her emotion.&nbsp; If you give me her number and, you know, put a word in for me, I’ll move you to the front.”&nbsp; All sorts of questions come up, such as: am I pimping Emmy to get a table?&nbsp; I decide not to answer that question since I’ve run out of yes for an answer and that’s the only one that would be truthful.&nbsp; “I can do that.&nbsp; Her name’s Emmy.&nbsp; Thanks.”&nbsp; I write down the number she’s asked for and hand it to her.&nbsp; (Big question: does hostess text M before we leave?)&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I walk back to my two friends.&nbsp; I take a route to avoid a suspected pincher and to walk past a hot red head, just to get close to her aura.<br><br>When I reach my two friends, “Good news.&nbsp; We get the next table.”&nbsp; And “More good news, the hostess thinks you’re hot Emmy, date material even.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Now for some further strategy.&nbsp; “Chloe—it’s as expected, grab if you won’t get caught—five of those for me.&nbsp; From here to the hostess stand and back.”&nbsp; I look at Emmy: “If there’s one thing I know about the person formerly known as Mike, she does not go for guys.”&nbsp; I look at Chloe, “If we keep Emmy between us, we can reach the table onslaught, pinch-free for the hottie known as Emmy.”&nbsp; I offer a reassuring look, “No worries there.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I ask the two “Did you order drinks for us?”&nbsp; I’m sort of interested to see what that’s entailed—an old Mike or new Emmy drink?&nbsp; <br><br>Keep things normal.&nbsp; That’s the strategy.&nbsp; “So we’re your wing girls to get to the table.”&nbsp; And a little chit-chat: “I love what you’ve done with your hair Emmy.&nbsp; Up in a bun or braiding, those are cute looks too.”&nbsp; I think her nipples are showing off and there appears to be no bulge where there had been one before.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; (Confident smile that all is fine or will be; how can it not be?)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>13-01-2020, 05:52:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Trying to adjust.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">We get into Chloe's car and I take the back seat.&nbsp; It will give me some time me to think about what's going on.&nbsp; Not that I expect to come up with a solution, but maybe an idea or two to explore later.&nbsp; For now, I'm just letting myself to be swept along by the currents, no longer struggling, just trying to keep afloat with my head above the water.<br><br>Chloe mentions a costume party.&nbsp; Maybe that's how I should think of it.&nbsp; This is not the real me, it's just a costume with a zipper that somehow got stuck.&nbsp; Once I figure out how to fix it, I will be able to take it off...&nbsp; Then she asks about the book and I feel it's a good time to share my thoughts about it.&nbsp; "Guys, when I asked Leigh what was in the book, she said 'magic'.&nbsp; I thought she meant magic tricks but now I believe that she knew what it was.&nbsp; I think we should go see her afterwards, maybe get some answers."<br><br>The drive is short.&nbsp; Chloe finds a parking spot not too far from the restaurant and we walk in.&nbsp; The place is packed.&nbsp; I kind of expected it given its reputation, but what I didn't expect is the attention that we're getting.&nbsp; I was kind of used to Chloe and Circe getting stares, they are both definitely stare worthy, but making eye contact with the offender usually got the message across -- they are with me.&nbsp; It was like a universal code dating from the Paleolithic, indicating that the females are taken and under the male's protection.&nbsp; But this time, I belong to the objects of the stares, and in no shape to protect anyone, including myself.<br><br>The realization of my own vulnerability is... scary.&nbsp; Every guy is a threat, every look a prelude to assault.&nbsp; Intellectually I understand that I am overreacting, but logic is one thing and visceral gut reactions completely another.&nbsp; I grab a fork from a cart of dishes that we pass, just in case.&nbsp; Irrational but reassuring.&nbsp; My friends must think I'm crazy.&nbsp; Maybe I am.<br><br>Circe leaves Chloe and me at the bar and disappears into the sea of people.&nbsp; The bartender asks what I'll have and I shake my head.&nbsp; I don't know this body's capacity, and I am certainly not about to experiment.<br><br>Then Circe is back, telling us that we get the next table and that the hostess thinks I'm... hot?&nbsp; "Circe!" I look her in the eye.&nbsp; "Look at me!&nbsp; I was not like this two hours ago.&nbsp; I am trying <em>very</em> hard not to flip out and I'm barely holding it together.&nbsp; I don't need additional complications."&nbsp; Then she turns to Chloe.&nbsp; I don't understand half of what she's saying, but it sounds like we're in a war zone.&nbsp; My fist tightens around the fork, holding so tightly the knuckles turn white.&nbsp; The first hand that touches me gets punctured.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-01-2020, 21:21:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I decline the invitation to grab and we’re supposedly next up. Circe asks if we’ve ordered drinks.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Nope, not yet. Can’t get anyone’s attention. Ah, just a sec. What are you guys having?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Position myself so that Emmy gets the seat being vacated and we can order over her shoulder. Bartender closes the guy out and as the guy turns, I note his half finished drink.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Um, could my friend have your seat? New heals are just killing her. You can stand with us if you want!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Yep, stand where I can keep an eye on you and you can flirt and then buzz off. He shrugs and stands.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Go ahead, Emmy! I told you those shoes wouldn’t suit your feet! Sheesh girl, stubborn and won’t listen either!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">The bartender is hovering.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Jumbo house margarita please. Salt, no oranges! My tab.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Look at the other two.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “C’mon guys, the bartender doesn’t have all day!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">The guy is checking out my uniform.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Costume party later. My boyfriend is a mad scientist who wants to use me for evil experiments. He’s not sure when he’ll get here and we’re all hungry.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">There, that’ll teach Emmy one thing at least, a girl always has a boyfriend elsewhere.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>14-01-2020, 17:01:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Emmy, Emmy, Emmy!&nbsp; Be calm!&nbsp; Chloe and I are being confronted with panic and all sorts of <em>look what’s happened to me!</em>&nbsp; What’s registered and what’s not in terms of gentle advice by Chloe and me to Emmy?&nbsp; Or what does Emmy have to hear again?<br><br>“First off Emmy, there have been no further changes for a while.”&nbsp; I better make sure on that, “Have there?”&nbsp; That should chill her, I hope.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br></span><div class="floatright">(https://stayglam.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Cosmopolitan-Cocktail.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I’m not sure the wing-person issue has registered.&nbsp; It’s registered that drinks need to be ordered.&nbsp; With me at least.&nbsp; Chloe’s taken care of hers, but not ours—I politely say to the bartender, “two Cosmos” which, given the noise level, doesn’t carry the day; I hold two fingers up, pointing to Emmy and me: <strong>“Cosmos!”</strong>&nbsp; That gets a nod and the drinks arrive.&nbsp; I hand one to Emmy: “If you have a drink in hand, not as likely to get drinks sent and obligations implied.”&nbsp; I nod in a knowing way.<br><br>The hostess signals that our table is ready.&nbsp; I look: here we stand and there we need to go to get to our table.&nbsp; <br><br>I look at Chloe, “I’ll run interference, leading.&nbsp; Emmy, then Chloe.”&nbsp; Our Cosmo girl is all aflutter.&nbsp; Reminding her, “Wing-person.&nbsp; That’s us. Me and Chloe.”&nbsp; I start walking toward the table.&nbsp; Emmy’s following.&nbsp; I turn, saying over my shoulder, “The hostess is at the table.&nbsp; Remember to smile at her.&nbsp; That’s the least to do given we’re a couple hours ahead of the wait now thanks to her.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I just hope Emmy doesn’t go spinster-sister on us, not giving up her number if asked by the hostess.&nbsp; And, uh-oh, do I see an ex of Chloe’s?&nbsp; <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>16-01-2020, 02:20:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Trying to adjust.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The girls are hovering around me in their attempt to shield me from whatever threats may come.&nbsp; Chloe arranges a seat for me, Circe gets me a drink, and both of them behave like my babysitters.<br><br>I furrow my brow.&nbsp; This is not right.&nbsp; Yes, I've been changed, yes I am smaller and physically weaker, not to mention female, but why am so intimidated by it?&nbsp; It isn't like me at all, I am normally a competent, capable guy, able to deal with whatever life throws at me.&nbsp; Granted, I don't look like much of a guy right now, but why would the book turn me into a delicate snowflake?&nbsp; Except that...&nbsp; Maybe it didn't intent to.<br><br>An idea begins to form in my head.&nbsp; Maybe it isn't just the literal spells that direct the magic, but also our thoughts and reactions to it?&nbsp; I try to think back.&nbsp; We teased Circe with 'Nurse Nasty' after she bandaged my finger, and her clothes changed accordingly.&nbsp; I suggested that the spell may take Chloe's clothes away, and it left her in lingerie and me naked.&nbsp; All the talk about breasts resulted in me getting a pair, and then the rest of the changes when they started to call me by girls' names...<br><br>What was it that Chloe said when she and Circe teased me about giving me breasts?&nbsp; "how you want them is going to matter a whole lot".&nbsp; I should have paid more attention; she has demonstrated time and again that she is the smartest of us, and she probably figured it out, or at least some of it.&nbsp; So maybe the book is just giving us what it thinks we want, or bends reality to align with our expectations...&nbsp; No, that can't be it.&nbsp; I didn't want to become a girl and was resisting my transformation every step of the way, so why...&nbsp; There must be a reason...&nbsp; Maybe it's because there were three of us, and I was in the minority, so my wants were overridden by theirs?<br><br>But if that is the case, all I have to do is to make Circe and Cloe think of me in a certain way and the book will take care of the rest.&nbsp; I could restore myself to what I was, maybe even add some improvements...&nbsp; Not right now though, transforming in the middle of a crowded restaurant will probably not end well so it will have to wait until we get back, but I should be able to at least get myself thinking right.&nbsp; I just need to act confidently...<br><br>I clasp the edge of the bar as a wave of panic hits me.&nbsp; How can I convince the girls to see me as strong and confident when just the thought of straying from under their protective wings feels me with dread?&nbsp; <em>Calm down Mike,</em> I take a deep breath.&nbsp; <em>Bravery is not the lack of fear but the ability to carry on despite it.&nbsp; Sure I'm afraid, the magic makes me so, but I can still do it.&nbsp; Just think of it like a school play rehearsal, I'm playing a girl, a bold and fiercely independent one, it's just a show, I can do it...</em><br><br>I take another breath and force my fingers to relax.&nbsp; Whatever happens, I am committed.<br><br>I lift my head up and meet Circe's worried gaze.&nbsp; It will be so easy to just let her take care of everything, but no, this needs to stop.&nbsp; Right now.&nbsp; "Oh, there sure were further changes," I fight to keep my voice steady and force a smile, then put my arms around their shoulders, drawing them closer, give them a conspiratory wink and whisper "superpowers!" before letting them go.<br><br>Turning back to the bar, I pick up the drink and take a gulp.&nbsp; Liquid courage.&nbsp; Not too much though, I don't know my capacity.&nbsp; No, scratch that, I <em>do</em> know my capacity -- I can drink a horse under the table and stay lucid, or will be able to, as soon as I let the girls know that.&nbsp; What can I say, in for a penny, in for a pound.<br><br>I leave the rest of my drink on the table and stand up, stepping in front of my friends.&nbsp; "No need for wing people, I got a little rattled but now I'm good now, just like Circe said -- You've got Mike. Mike's here. He won't let anything happen."&nbsp; With that I start walking toward the table.&nbsp; "Stay close," I say with way more bravado than I feel, "and let me handle any trouble that pops up."&nbsp; Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into?&nbsp; If it doesn't work, I'm dead.&nbsp; <em>Oh god, please let it work...</em></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-01-2020, 20:48:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I nudge Circe to look at Emmy, as Emmy seems to go cold. She clutches her drink and takes a very ungirly pull. She manages to get to her feet and announces that Mikey is back. Well duh, but she still looks like Emmy and not Mikey. I lean in and whisper.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Easy there, girlfriend. You still look like a big chested, petite piece of fuck candy in a place full of horny dudes. You’ve got no experience from this side of the 23<sup>rd</sup> chromosome! Just follow Circe and don’t fall off those heels!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Nod to Circe to start toward our table. My hands steer Emmy in that direction.</span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>16-01-2020, 22:23:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe offers some advice.&nbsp; (Giggle)—love the whispered this side of the 23rd chromosome thing!<br><br>Chloe even attempts to order our advance to the table.&nbsp; She’d need mucho more experience with grade school lines to get EM (Emmy-Mike, EM for short) in line as she wants.<br><br>Things are getting totally out of hand!&nbsp; EM is babbling.&nbsp; If one were to listen closely: <em>if any problem pops up, let EM handle it.</em>&nbsp; There’s only one thing that might pop up and be problematic—I’ve confirmed (and have to believe that Chloe has confirmed) there is no popping-up bulge in EM’s dress, but if there is, EM will handle it.<br><br>Fine!&nbsp; Awkward, but fine!<br><br>That’s not the problem!<br><br>EM heads to our table, leaving her Cosmo half drunk.&nbsp; And at the prices for a cocktail here, that cocktail, that is totes out of hand!&nbsp; Totes!&nbsp; Major, major problem.<br><br>EM is leading the way.&nbsp; Chloe has her hands on the ‘leader’s’ hips with me taking up the rear.&nbsp; <br><br>So far EM ‘superpowers’ that appear are a sense of sight and direction.&nbsp; We seem to be heading for the table.&nbsp; I am carrying my drink and EM’s drink.&nbsp; Maybe EM wouldn’t be so cavalier if she were a cocktail waitress.&nbsp; <br><br>What superpower should EM have?&nbsp; Maybe the curse of . . . <em>for an erection lasting longer than 4 hours, contact a physician.</em>&nbsp; I personally would not classify it as a curse—it could be a superpower; if I were on the receiving end, I’d call it more of a super side benefit—not a side effect.&nbsp; Hmm, what else?&nbsp; What superpowers might there be?<br><br>Walking, following, I guess I’ve gotten in line to vote for EM—EM, EM, if she can’t do it, no one can.&nbsp; Funny, it sounds the same: M, M, if he can’t do it, no one can.&nbsp; Each step I take, I’m casting my vote for the assertive one.&nbsp; Yayay!&nbsp; And I ask, what can go wrong?&nbsp; Or, might I say with this new attitude on display, nothing, nada, can go wrong!&nbsp; Woo-hoo!&nbsp; <br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-01-2020, 16:26:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I’m steering Emmy toward our table when a rude voice shouts at us from a nearby table.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  <strong>“Hey Biff, looks like your slut has taken up with the girls!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">What the hell is he doing here! I dumped that jerk back in college but here he is with his rowdy posse.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  <strong>“She never knew a good thing when she got it from me!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">That does it.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh hello Biffy! Y’know, moaning your Mom’s name was so cute. I do miss that!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">His faced reddens and his posse convulses with laughter.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  <strong>“Biffy? Your mom? Really buddy?”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Whisper to Emmy.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You can handle him but I’d rather we order pizza.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>19-01-2020, 06:59:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Figuring out the magic.<br>● Working on self-confidence.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe does not look impressed, telling me to just follow circe, and I feel myself deflating, the fear and insecurity swell inside my, threatening to swallow me whole, and when she tells me not to fall of my heels I stumble and grab her arm for support.&nbsp; Tears well up in my eyes and a whimper builds in the back of my throat...<br><br>Then something happens.&nbsp; I feel a flow of positive energy coming from Circe, warming my spirit and filling me with hope and assurance.&nbsp; She has bought it, she believes in me, I can still do it!&nbsp; With every step my gait gets steadier, my posture straighter, my bearing more elegant.&nbsp; I navigate the crowd with a hint of a smile on my face.&nbsp; Nothing can touch me, I am...<br><br><strong>"Hey Biff, looks like your slut has taken up with the girls!"</strong><br><br>Biff?&nbsp; Chloe's asshole of an ex-boyfriend?&nbsp; What an interesting coincidence...&nbsp; I take a quick look at him.&nbsp; Big, athletic, ruggedly handsome, cocky...&nbsp; No wonder women are attracted to him, and no wonder they leave post haste once they get a taste of his charming personality -- at least judging by Chloe's stories.<br><br>He's with his pack so he has to keep his status as alpha male, and understandably he choses to do so by bragging...&nbsp; About him and Chloe.&nbsp; Uh oh.&nbsp; Big mistake.&nbsp; Chloe may not be an extrovert like Circe, but when she gets riled up, she goes for the jugular.&nbsp; And this time is no different, she hits him where it hurts -- his ego, right in front of his entourage.<br><br>Score one for the good guys, chaos in the opponent's camp, but he will get them under control quickly enough, probably implying physical violence if they don't fall in line.&nbsp; Now will be a good time to step away, and Chloe's whisper hints that she realizes it too.&nbsp; I nod, pizza trumps confrontation.<br><br>I take a step toward our table, but as luck would have it, Biff has other plans.&nbsp; He pushes his chair out to block our path and leers at me.&nbsp; <strong>"Hey pretty lady, would you like to spend some quality time with me?"</strong><br><br>I stop and tilt my head, looking down on him with a neutral expression, dragging the pause just long enough to become uncomfortable, then nod slowly.&nbsp; There are many ways to tell off a jerk, but I don't want to deal with the aftermath, I just want him out of my hair so we have our food in peace.&nbsp; "I did not figure you for the type," I say quietly, looking him straight in the eye, "but why not?&nbsp; I have a busy schedule but if you call me tomorrow, we could arrange something.&nbsp; I don't have a card on me, but..." I reach for the little plastic tray with the bill that the waitress left on their table, flip the bill over, grab the pen and start writing.&nbsp; Biff flashes a triumphant grin at his flunkies, which turns into an expression of confusion when I place the improvised note in front of him.&nbsp; It says, in large letters:</span><br><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mistress Anjela<br>Training &amp; discipline<br>555-7309</span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"I suggest you bring your favourite brand of lube," I say matter-of-factly, "The strap-ons that I use are on the large end of the scale, and an ice-pack for your tender bits, there may be some bruising...&nbsp; You guys are also welcome to boook an appointment," I give the others a little smile, "Circe here manages the schedule but if there is no opening, you can ask her to fit you with Boris or Jamal instead, they are quite talented.&nbsp; And we do accept all major credit cards..."<br><br>The facial expressions staring at me are priceless, I just hope that Circe can maintain a straight face, because if she cannot, I'm going to fire her ass and get a more professional secretary.<br><br>"Would you mind..." I point a Biff's chair that is blocking our way.&nbsp; "Unless you have additional questions?"&nbsp; And suddenly the path is clear; I have never seen anyone scamper so quickly before, one could think I had the bubonic plague.&nbsp; "Thank you," I nod and resume walking, then pause and turn my head.&nbsp; "But if you do, feel free to come over to our table and I will explain everything."<br><br>We reach our table with no further incident and I remember Circe telling me that the hostess bumped us up to the front of the line.&nbsp; "Thank you," I give her the warmest smile I can manage before sitting down.&nbsp; "By the way," I tell Chloe and Circe, "The number that I wrote down belongs to the Chinese dry-cleaners on Main.&nbsp; Not that I think they will try to call it..."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>19-01-2020, 17:34:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">One thing is very clear: Biff (Chloe’s Ex) has been shunted, trashed.&nbsp; Yayay EM!!!&nbsp; Yayay Chloe!!!<br><br>Another thing that is clear with just a nod by me at the perfect time is that I am PA to Mistress Anjela.&nbsp; And I didn’t even apply for the position!&nbsp; <br><br>Talk about sharing the limelight—EM with a few scribbles on the bill and a few more well-chosen words has provided a new order to Biff-world; he/she (EM) has put me on her staff too.&nbsp; Maybe Chloe can threaten siccing the Mistress on Biff.&nbsp; Although her bedroom ‘reveal’ was well-done of its own.<br><br>I’ve taken my phone out to acknowledge PA-type stuff responsibility.&nbsp; Sort of making sure to get down whatever the Mistress thinks important.&nbsp; Poised PA—that’s me.<br><br>We get to the table and EM even remembers to be nice to the hostess.&nbsp; I sense a little or a lot of electricity between EM and the hostess.&nbsp; She leaves us with menus.&nbsp; I begin with a quick look at the offering then say to EM: “Very, very cool.&nbsp; You raised your game even beyond your norm.”&nbsp; I think ‘Mike’ might have done something like that, but the style was ummm . . . more creative(?).&nbsp; “I’m thinking the inner persona has gotten off the mat and is taking charge again, ya?”&nbsp; &nbsp;I use ‘ya’ when I cutely try to secure a nod or agreement.&nbsp; “Ya?”&nbsp; <br><br>So one major development is EM seems okayish, not a timid-Tina.&nbsp; Very, very good!&nbsp; (Smile).<br><br>I’ll try to keep it light, but there is a nagging worry.&nbsp; Maybe Chloe might think so as well.&nbsp; “I hadn’t ever heard of a Mistress Anjela.&nbsp; How about you Chloe?”&nbsp; “It seemed sort of funny the way you two doubled up on him.”&nbsp; I wander back, wondering, “This thing, I think it’s a thing, where one thinks and then one becomes, EM’s assertive—so that’s like great—taking control, but . . . Anjela, . . . not someone we’ll see. . . right?”<br><br>I’m not totally against seeing Anjela because, apparently, I am her PA.&nbsp; New relationships have difficulties.&nbsp; That causes a little hesitancy.&nbsp; Also, EM can’t really change from her present image if she’s into the hostess.&nbsp; Change back to Mike (bye-bye hostess), but would the hostess dig Anjela?&nbsp; <br><br>So far, I’ve walked the name tightrope with Mike, Emmy using EM (easily short for Mike or Emmy), but . . . “If it comes up, do you think I should call Anjela that or mistress?” <br><br>I look down at the menu, then back up.&nbsp; “I can order for us.&nbsp; Everyone should be comfortable with that.”&nbsp; (Smile).&nbsp; <br><br>I hold back a giggle as I imagine each of us ordering from the book for the three of us, other things much different than what sort of pie we’ll have.&nbsp; I giggle, “In the mood to live dangerously?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-01-2020, 19:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">With Biffy momentarily muted, we sit and accept menus. The hostess seems to be very interested in Emmy. Emmy must be exuding pheromones out the wazoo to have attracted the hostess and Biffy, though Biffy usually only needs a glass of weater to rise to the occasion.&nbsp; I open my menu and what the heck? There’s the damn book! Open!</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9e6b/kzcwetp6ceuo9llzg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Show my open menu with the book inside to Circe.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Check this out! It appeared here as I opened my menu!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Then show it to Emmy.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And no, I am not going to turn the page! Unless we all decide to turn the page!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe goes on about Mistress Anjela.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You’ll make a great social secretary for the Mistress, Circe! I’ll help with a schedule of treatments, y’know, how long and what and how much each treatment costs? We could have fun just doing that for a week or two and then open her shop. That storefront two doors down from the Chinese Laundry is in its final days of going out of business. We’d need to remodel it and all that too!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">She offers to order for us. I look at my menu again and the book is nowhere to be seen. Bet it’s in my purse and I am not going to look!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I was looking at their Stromboli. Italian sausage, anchovies, black olives and fresh mozzarella? What were you thinking for a pizza?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>22-01-2020, 01:17:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">%u25CF Fully female.<br>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br>%u25CF Self confident.<br>%u25CF Increasing domme tendencies.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">"Ya!" I smile at Circe as I open the menu, although my enthusiasm is due more to confirming my hypothesis than to my newfound confidence which I now take for granted.&nbsp; Her figuring out the connection between impression and effect also pleases me.&nbsp; Clever girl, I should reward her when we get home...<br><br>Wait.&nbsp; Something is off, and I only recognize it because I am paying extra attention to my thoughts and emotions, analyzing my mental state with regard to possible magic that can affect it, and the question in the back of my mind is: <em>why am I thinking in those terms?</em>&nbsp; It doesn't take me long to figure it out.&nbsp; Apparently my little performance has made quite an impression on Circe and she cannot stop thinking about 'Mistress Anjela'.&nbsp; And what Circe thinks, Circe says.&nbsp; Whatever else the magic has done to her, it sure made her more... chatty.&nbsp; Unfortunately, her curiosity and enthusiasm seem to be contagious, as Chloe joins the conversation.&nbsp; If I don't stop stop it now, bad things will happen...<br><br>I lean forward and reach for Circe's face, grabbing her just below the chin and pulling her close.&nbsp; "Pay close attention, pet," I say in a quiet but forceful voice, noticing that the fingernail polish on my hand has changed its colour to black.&nbsp; "Mistress Anjela does not exist.&nbsp; You will not speak of her, you will not even <em>think</em> of her.&nbsp; Do you understand?&nbsp; Or shall I put you over my knee to drive the point home?"&nbsp; I probably should, she is overdue for a good spanking to remind her of her place, but it will have to wait until we get home, I have a nice paddle collection...<br></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Title_2.png)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Ugh!&nbsp; I must resist this.&nbsp; I am Mis...&nbsp; No!&nbsp; I am Mike!&nbsp; I shake my head to clear it and notice a flicker from the menu.&nbsp; Looking down, I see the book is there, open to the chapter it thinks appropriate, just waiting for me to turn the page.&nbsp; I push the menu aside and reach for the book, and with an effort of will turn it around so the little ones can read the text.&nbsp; "The next one to mention the name," I tap a long black fingernail on the page for emphasis, "will find herself with a ball gag, butt plug and a pair of <em>very</em> tight nipple clamps."&nbsp; Chloe should have enough sense to obey but Circe can be a brat.&nbsp; Hopefully today she isn't in the mood to provoke punishment.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>23-01-2020, 02:59:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/30b5/wc689hd3x8wh9ewzg.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">We descend into banality and threats. From out of the blue an image surges to my consciousness. From walking to the ridge with great-grandmama. Which we never did yet yet we did. She on her deathbed and I at her side giving her permission to pass. And she bade me close my eyes and we walked there. And there I met my familiar. Or rather my familiar met me because she had waited for so long for me and finally we were at the cusp and so it was. And since then I’d forgotten. Until now, that is. The embrace was instant. And so wisdom perhaps arrives.<br><br>My hand rests on Emmy’s or Mikey’s or whoever this is by me as the book has re-imaged them. I see the book open within her menu. Really? We are that close to the edge? My familiar advises the edge is near and I can&nbsp; do nothing other than acknowledge what becomes obvious.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’re okay Emmy, we’re okay. Let it go. Be yourself! It’s all good and we’ll figure it out. Let’s have some pizza and finish our drinks and go back to my place and get this thing back under control. We can do that if we all do it together. We’ve done that before and we can do it again!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2020, 16:24:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">EM is like a whirling dervish—I think that’s what I mean.&nbsp; The whoa-is-me girl is gone, then replaced by confident-girl, and now we have mean sister of Anjela; like way meaner sister.&nbsp; Whew!<br><br>There is some line being drawn which EM wants toed, but the line is invisible-ish.&nbsp; <br><br>Plus EM is using the wrong approach with me.&nbsp; One doesn’t have to use the word ‘please’, but the attitude is essential.&nbsp; I guess that makes me a contrarian sort.&nbsp; The over-my-knee thing and the ball gag-butt plug-nipple clamp thing, err threatening intimidation, sprongs my contrarian battle string.&nbsp; Grrrr.&nbsp; The first thing I do is imagine the very same for EM, not me.&nbsp; That calms me down a little.<br><br>(Partners have gotten me into all that, but I can only say they were artistes, who strategized majorly to get to that fun point.)<br><br>If we were in a speed boat, Chloe would focus on the spot we’re headed for and steer that way.&nbsp; I’d keep changing direction, heading one way, then another.&nbsp; EM would . . . well that’s to be determined.&nbsp; Right now she seems very into a B&amp;D thing—Mad Anjela?&nbsp; <br><br>I’ve calmed a little more.&nbsp; That has to do with Chloe talking food, having ordering questions and even offering the soothing ‘we’ll figure it out’ (like I said, taking the long view).<br><br>But I’m not going to just let the plug etcetera thing go.&nbsp; (Devilish smile).&nbsp; “Got it.&nbsp; Not mention ‘what’s her name’—err she who shall not be named.&nbsp; And if this job with she is over, whom shall I identify as my employer for benefits?&nbsp; An issue there.”&nbsp; I look at Chloe, “Can you help me with one of those spreadsheet things?&nbsp; Set up, organization—just in case someone returns?&nbsp; I mean someone whom neither I nor you have mentioned.”&nbsp; So there!&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I then pick up the menu and wiggle my ass just to let him/her (EM) know that I’m a moving target on those threats.&nbsp; <br><br>The Chloe Stromboli suggestion is mega great in a traditional way.&nbsp; I point at that item and nod.&nbsp; I look at the menu and announce, “There’s the uncertain Chef’s Choice for pizza.”&nbsp; And, “We’ll do that.&nbsp; Why not live a little dangerously, right?”&nbsp; <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>27-01-2020, 06:17:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Getting himself under control.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The touch of Chloe's hand on mine and her soothing words work magic -- literally -- on my state of mind.&nbsp; The thoughts of dominance fade away, leaving a feeling of calmness.&nbsp; "Thank you," I give her a grateful smile, "I needed that.&nbsp; I could feel the Anjela personality taking over.&nbsp; For whatever reason I seem to be affected very strongly, too strongly.&nbsp; This was a close call, next time could be worse."<br><br>Circe looks miffed.&nbsp; "Sorry Circe," I say with a guilty expression, "I wasn't myself..."&nbsp; But this doesn't seem to mollify her.&nbsp; That look on her face, I know it, it usually means that she's thinking of...<br><br>I gasp and jump up as a sudden jolt of pain runs through my breasts.&nbsp; My hands fly to my chest and I can feel something there, under my bra, pinching my nipples <em>hard</em>.&nbsp; Circe is being a brat, teasing and making fun of my (or Miss Anjela's) behaviour but the only thing I can think of is the increasing pain.&nbsp; "Order something for me," I manage to say through clenched teeth, push my chair back and bolt in the direction of the bathroom, barely remembering to use the appropriate one for my current sex.<br></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/81/Nipple_clamps_white.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Barging in, I rush into the first available cabin, close the door behind me and bare my chest only to see two metal contraptions attached to my nipples, squeezing them like vises.&nbsp; Fuck!&nbsp; Frantically I try to figure out how to remove them, and a little whimper escapes my lips when I pull a little too hard.&nbsp; It takes an agonizing moment to determine in which direction I should twist the little metal balls to loosen the pressure, but eventually I manage to take them off.<br><br>My aching nipples look red and swollen, and feel raw and sensitive.&nbsp; I open the cabin door just a crack and peek out before slipping out.&nbsp; To my relief, the bathroom is empty of other people, and I really hope no-one steps in in the next couple of minutes, because the sight of a topless girl bending over the sink and shoving first one boob then the other under the stream of cold water can be quite confusing.&nbsp; My luck holds long enough for me to soothe the dull throbbing and dash back into the stall when I hear the handle turn.&nbsp; I wipe myself dry with toilet paper, adjust my clothes and walk out to rejoin my friends.</span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/Screw_nipple_clamps.png)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Coming up behind Circe, I lean close to her and murmur in her ear.&nbsp; "Please try to be more careful," I find her hand and place the clamps in it, closing her fingers around them, "those things fucking hurt!"&nbsp; In the back of my mind I wonder how I got off relatively easy, without the ball gag and butt plug to complete the picture.&nbsp; Probably thanks the Chloe trying to diffuse the situation.&nbsp; Still, Circe didn't even use a spell from the book...<br><br>I return to my seat and turn to Chloe.&nbsp; "Can you see if there is a spell in there to increase resistance?&nbsp; I'm getting sick and tired of missing all my saving throws."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2020, 15:55:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">EM offers a slight apology of not being him/herself.&nbsp; The apology will eventually garner an ‘okay’, but it’s not getting an instantaneous ‘no big deal’.<br><br>But what gives?&nbsp; EM’s skintight dress is now revealing—nipple clamps?&nbsp; I think so, but she bolts, walking with clear intent for the ladies.&nbsp; Our order is placed and I keep semi-vigil on EM’s situation, basically glancing at the ladies periodically, waiting for her to return.<br><br>And he/she’s back.&nbsp; It seems that the nipple clamps were not what I saw, but wait!&nbsp; EM places two clamps in my hands with a <em>‘please try to be more careful’.</em>&nbsp; First off, the request is nice, using please.&nbsp; On first blush, I’m not sure what that means.&nbsp; Careful about?&nbsp; EM has placed nipple clamps—like the ones I saw outlined by her dress, that she did have—in my hand.&nbsp; Ohhh!&nbsp; <br><br>Uh-oh!&nbsp; Major uh-oh!&nbsp; I <em>think</em> what I imagine may come true, sometimes.&nbsp; Which means I better be careful (EM’s suggestion) with what I think.&nbsp; Got it!&nbsp; But one problem—thoughts just pop for me, randomly.<br><br>“Pizza should be here in less than 15 seconds EM.” <br><br>This control your mind thing is going to require discipline that I don’t usually have.&nbsp; What to do?&nbsp; How to get some control.&nbsp; <br><br>Gulp!&nbsp; The pizza arrives in less than . . . well pretty damn quick!<br><br></span><div class="floatright">(https://img.sndimg.com/food/image/upload/c_thumb,q_80,w_412,h_232/v1/img/recipes/18/74/74/p6ilQbYRRHuPrth79MCR_FOGCP%206%20-%20final_3.png) </div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">My train of thought is back on track.&nbsp; I need to concentrate!<br><br>“Fig, caramelized onion and goat cheese.&nbsp; Yum!&nbsp; Yay pizza chef!” <br><br>My train of thought is off, then back on track.&nbsp; I need to concentrate!&nbsp; (2nd or 3rd try in solution mode).&nbsp; “I’ll be right back!”&nbsp; I head to the ladies, get the privacy I need, apply the clamps—tight, but not too tight—after all, they’re to remind me to be careful, not to wince and wince more.<br><br>I’m back and the pizza looks just as good as when I left.&nbsp; <br><br>I had best input my thoughts for the two since things are anything but usual.&nbsp; “I think things I think may come about and I have to be careful.”&nbsp; Basically, I let EM know I get it.&nbsp; I look at EM, not sure if he/she told Chloe about the clamps or if Chloe saw what I saw.&nbsp; I look down at my chest which has the outlines of the clamps, “I umm administered a reminder, to be careful what I think.&nbsp; Sort of helping, reminding me of the power of karma.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“It’s sort of like Russian Roulette—things, thoughts, spin around, then is it a blank or not.&nbsp; I’ve got the reminder to avoid random thoughts, but everyone knows I’m like a little temperamental and, well plus, random ideas just come to me.”&nbsp; &nbsp;I sigh, “but I’ll be careful, at least try to be.”&nbsp; (Smile).&nbsp; “As hard as I can anyways.”&nbsp; The nipple rings are in reminder mode—who says Circe can’t be careful?&nbsp; Or at least try?&nbsp; <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-01-2020, 00:34:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Emmy seems to calm and we contemplate the menu. But then all of a sudden she’s off to the ladies. I start to follow but sit back again. Much becomes clear. First Circe.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Ease up, Cirse! Every thing we say is carrying meaning and it’s not good. Control your thoughts and your mouth. Please! You and me are shielded, but Emmy isn’t! So hush!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Emmy finally returns and hands Circe something. Oh my goddess what the? Emmy sits and I signal our waitress for another round of drinks. And pick upo the salt shaker and unscrew the top.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Emmy, sit! Don’t budge!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I stand and as artfully as I can mark a circle with the salt around her chair, thinking all the time that if forms a sphere around her and maybe all of us that will keep that force at bay. When I’m done, I sit back down and set the empty salt shaker on the table. Concentrate!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Stop thinking, both of you! Think about pizza. And adult beverages! Think about our friendship! Control your thoughts!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Set an image in my mind of a sphere of protection around us. I see our food approaching and let that through. Our waitress seems mystified by the empty salt shaker. I laugh at her constrnation and grin at her. Wjhen she’s gon, I pick up the shredded mozzarella and throw that around the pizza to form a pentagram.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “There! The pizza is better that anything to stop it all! Eat!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I carve a slice for Emmy and put it on her plate. Another for Circe and finally one fore me.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Eat!”</span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>30-01-2020, 15:12:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">In a recently conducted survey, two out of three restaurant-goers think Circe somehow is responsible for recent developments—at least based upon EM’s ‘be more careful’ and Chloe’s ‘ease up Cirse*’.&nbsp; <br><br>When Chloe starts playing with the salt and then makes a pattern on the pizza, I start thinking that Chloe may have been sneaking drinks or maybe hadn’t had enough to eat and is a little tipsy.&nbsp; And, after all, she did slur my name ever so slightly—Cirse(?).&nbsp; But then I think back to my growing up years (which I think is not super dangerous even in these circumstances): my mothers would use salt and pentagrams at certain times, problematic times or for certain visitors.&nbsp; I’ll have to think on that more.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It’s pretty clear that we have to take charge of the situation.&nbsp; Take charge of a situation that we don’t understand.&nbsp; In a recently conducted survey, at least one pizza lover was found to be uncertain on what is going on and what needs to be done.&nbsp; <br><br>What do we know?&nbsp; We know that the book is magical.&nbsp; Does the book have a mind of its own that it takes the three of us to concentrate on what we want?&nbsp; Are there spells we might want to explore (yes, I vote yes)?&nbsp; Or is the book more indifferent and there’s someone like Loki that’s fucking with us—is that possible?<br><br>The nipple clamps are doing the job of reminding me to not wander with my thoughts.&nbsp; Of course, EM and Chloe have done their part in the reminder department as well.&nbsp; Have I been thinking in a mode that doesn’t trigger more problems?&nbsp; For at least a few minutes nothing weird or odd has gone on—it’s sort of like those factory safety records: for the last ______ (days), no accidents.<br><br>What has caused the calm seas we find ourselves in?&nbsp; Me not mind-wandering?&nbsp; EM being more assertive?&nbsp; The three of us concentrating on holding up a wall, eating pizza?&nbsp; Salt and pentagram?&nbsp; Loki resting while he plots his next chicanery?<br><br>The hostess is rushing around but seems to work her way near us whether it’s her best route or not.&nbsp; I think they’d make a cute couple—I mean assuming EM would be a lesbian in her current state.&nbsp; I think that must be the case—she hasn’t flirted with any guy, just pretty much trashed Chloe’s ex with that dominatrix thing.&nbsp; (Yay me!&nbsp; I still didn’t mention she who should not be mentioned).<br><br>I wonder if the circle of salt would prohibit the hostess from approaching EM.&nbsp; I reposition myself at the table and with a foot nudge make a teensy break in the circle—that’s for the hostess to enter.<br><br>As I resettle in my seat I do a long-neck, chest-out example for EM—reminding her of posture.&nbsp; Her chest is magnificent, but really no slouching, not a good look.<br><br>“This pizza is great!&nbsp; But if that’s the protector we can’t just rely on it.&nbsp; We need something more.”&nbsp; For myself I’d rather risk uncertain adventures and spells than gain weight from eating pizza.<br><br>For an instant I wonder if there’s a spell where you eat and don’t gain weight or if pizza is a free food.<br><br>I shift strategies slightly.&nbsp; “What if we experimented?&nbsp; We can take a look in the book to decide on a spell”&nbsp; I hope there are pictures if we do that.&nbsp; “Or we could assume that we’re charged with some sort of magical power and experiment.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Just in case the spell trigger is super-sensitive, I add for whomever or whatever is involved: “I’ve not said to do anything specific, and discussion is just that, not an identified object or event to come about.”&nbsp; What’s clear is that I don’t have any known power to make rules, but I hope that this which sounds like a rule is a rule.<br><br>My list of what not to think is growing: the dominatrix scenario; EM being a lesbian; EM and the hostess getting it on; . . . (&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;).&nbsp; Oh dear!&nbsp; Oh my!&nbsp; Uh-oh!&nbsp; There’s that (blank) which is just begging to be filled in with wandering ideas.<br><br>I reach for another slice of pizza.&nbsp; “Any thoughts?&nbsp; Hypothetical ones, not for certain ones I mean.”&nbsp; It gets a little tricky on the thought/saying things plane.&nbsp; And if I think about it I don’t think it’s totally fair that I’m being chastised for my role—although if we were to re-poll on the survey of me being responsible, I think I’d have to say yes too.&nbsp; (Sigh).<br>____________&nbsp; <br><br>* As to Chloe’s (*) in her post above: Circe is pronounced as one syllable—Cirse to shorten it just sounds the same.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>02-02-2020, 06:28:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">%u25CF Fully female.<br>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br>%u25CF Self confident.<br>%u25CF Mmmm...&nbsp; Pizza...</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The pizza arrives and it looks and smells absolutely finger-licking delicious.&nbsp; For a brief moment the world becomes a simple and logical place; there's me, and there's the pizza, and there is a perfect understanding between the two of us.&nbsp; The pizza is about to fulfill its predestined role, and I am about to experience gastronomical bliss.<br><br>Of course, a singed palate is not conductive to achieving gustatory euphoria, so I try to keep my initial urge to immediately dig in under control, instead taking my time to blow on the slice to cool it down, savouring the aroma in eager anticipation of the experience to come.&nbsp; A sound of a chair dragged over the floor makes me raise my head and I see Circe taking her seat.&nbsp; I haven't noticed her leaving, probably was too engrossed in the baked wonder in front of me.&nbsp; Something looks different from before though, on her chest, a distinct outline of...<br><br>"Oh Circe, you didn't need to..."&nbsp; But evidently she thought she did.&nbsp; Unless...&nbsp; No, she wouldn't use this as an excuse to play...&nbsp; Or would she?<br><br>"I don't think that a random thought would do it," I try to reassure her, "otherwise I'll be more unstable than nitroglycerin.&nbsp; I believe it has to have an emotional element as well, like if it is important to you, or if you really want it, or are excited about it, or curious..."&nbsp; Uh oh.&nbsp; Curious is Circe's middle name.&nbsp; Yea, maybe she does need a reminder not to get carried away.<br><br>Meanwhile, Chloe hatches a plan and turns it into action.&nbsp; A salt circle around my chair and a pentagram on the pizza.&nbsp; Are we trying to summon a demon from the <abbr title="Cluttony">third circle of hell</abbr>?&nbsp; The <abbr title="Lust">second one</abbr> would be more appropriate...&nbsp; I grin, then turn serious, if thoughts have power I probably should not be delving on the denizens for the underworld.&nbsp; What did Chloe say?&nbsp; Think about pizza and friendship.&nbsp; Pizza is good.&nbsp; Friendship is better.&nbsp; We've been friends since forever.&nbsp; I still remember that frantic call from the girls about the burst pipe in the basement, coming at half past midnight when I was sprawled on my couch, pleasantly buzzed, with my hand was rummaging under the equally giddy Monica Henderson's blouse, trying to unhook her bra.&nbsp; I would have let it ring had I not recognized the ringtone.&nbsp; Monica was mighty pissed, and even more so when I got up and left.&nbsp; We slaved in that basement until morning and when I returned home, I discovered that Monica plugged the bath drain and left the water running as a parting gift.&nbsp; I guess she considered it poetic justice, and it might have been had she not forgotten about the overflow drain hole.&nbsp; Chloe and Circe swore they will make it up to me, and they did, with dividends...&nbsp; This friendship may be weird, but it is a strong as it gets.<br><br>The hostess passes near our table and our eyes meet.&nbsp; She's pretty, and has a nice figure.&nbsp; If not for the current circumstances I might have made a move.&nbsp; But then, by the way she looked me over, she might swing both ways, or maybe she was just appreciating the dress?&nbsp; Girls are hard to fathom.<br><br>Whatever Chloe is doing seems to be doing something.&nbsp; There are voices in my head, muted and indistinct but still noticeable.&nbsp; I close my eyes briefly and find myself in an empty, featureless room with no windows and a single open door.&nbsp; My eyes snap open in surprise and I am back in at table.&nbsp; Strange.&nbsp; I close my eyes again.&nbsp; Room.&nbsp; Open.&nbsp; Restaurant.&nbsp; Close.&nbsp; Room.&nbsp; I keep them closed for a while and try to take stock of the situation.&nbsp; The voices are coming in from through the doorway, and I get the feeling that other things, both good and bad, can enter as well.&nbsp; I step closer to the door.&nbsp; Somehow I know that stepping through it would be a bad idea, that if I leave that room now, I will be forever lost...&nbsp; I stop and listen.&nbsp; The voices are still unintelligible but there's a familiar quality to them and when I listen closely, they do seem to resemble the voices of my friends.&nbsp; On a whim, I reach for the door and pull it closed and immediately, the voices die down.&nbsp; I open my eyes again and everything looks normal, Chloe passing slices, Circe talking about the book...&nbsp; But something changed, I feel different, more 'solid' in a way, anchored, centred.&nbsp; Was that it?&nbsp; I have to know, and there's a way to find out.&nbsp; Risky, but as Circe is fond of saying, why not live a little dangerously?&nbsp; And speaking of the devil...<br><br>"Yes,&nbsp; I have some hypothetical thoughts," I say offhandedly, "Those clamps for example, how do they feel?&nbsp; Do they pinch?&nbsp; Or did you adjust the screws to give just the gentlest of pressure, enough to feel their weight tugging down on your nips?&nbsp; You can make it a bit tighter you know," I continue in a conversational tone, "not to the point of pain like when they were on me, but close.&nbsp; I wonder how it would feel, maybe like a hypothetical lover rolling them between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and tugging, maybe even giving them a little lick..."<br><br>I keep my eyes squarely on Circe's while I reach out with my hand and place it on Chloe's arm, giving it a little squeeze, as if saying <em>"just trust me on this, I know what I'm doing"</em>, then open my mouth a little and lick my lips...<br><br>I've joked often that if Hans and Margaret Rey had known Circe, they would have called their books' protagonist 'Apathetic George' by comparison.&nbsp; She must be fighting it, trying not to think about my words, but I can practically see the wheels turning.&nbsp; And yet, I feel nothing.&nbsp; Maybe if I pushed a bit stronger...<br><br>"But maybe you prefer to think of other people's nipples," I purr, "Mine for example -- after all, you did wish those clamps on me.&nbsp; I do have nice ones by the way, I did get a good look in the ladies' room, and as a guy I have an eye for those things.&nbsp; Would you like to see them?&nbsp; Or maybe more than that?&nbsp; Touch them, feel them stiffen under your fingers...&nbsp; I probably wouldn't say no if you asked nicely, on account of our being good friends.&nbsp; Hypothetically speaking of course..."<br><br>That should have done it, but still nothing.&nbsp; Good...&nbsp; And now for the tricky part.&nbsp; I close my eyes, take a hold on the handle and push that mental door open.&nbsp; Immediately I get assaulted by the voices, but this time they are <em><strong>loud</strong></em>.&nbsp; I feel them engulf me, permeate my being, start changing me to their liking...<br></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Nips.png)</div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>With a gasp I open my eyes.&nbsp; My grip on Chloe's arm tightens as my nipples spring erect.&nbsp; Looking down, I see them poking through my dress.&nbsp; God, they feel hard enough to cut glass, and bigger than I remember them, and they want -- no, demand -- attention!&nbsp; I look back up at Circe.&nbsp; She can help me!&nbsp; I need her help!&nbsp; I need her to grab my nipples, I need her to play with them, I need her to suck them, to nibble on them, I need...<br><br>I close my eyes, imagining her soft, luscious lips on my breasts, and see the room again.&nbsp; There was something about a door...&nbsp; Frantically, I grab the handle and slam it shut, then slide down to the floor, breathing deeply and letting my heart slow down before opening my eyes to find myself back where I was.&nbsp; The intense arousal and the burning need are gone, and my nipples have calmed down, although I suspect that if I checked, I would find them bigger and more sensitive than they were.&nbsp; Apparently some changes require explicit undoing, but for now the door stays shut.&nbsp; "Thank you Chloe," I notice that I am still gripping her arm and let go.&nbsp; "Whatever you did, it worked."&nbsp; Better than expected, actually.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Forgive me for the little scene," I tell Circe, "but I needed to make sure.&nbsp; On the bright side, you can think about whatever you want without worrying that it will inadvertently affect me."&nbsp; Unless I let it, by opening the door, but that's a subject for another discussion.&nbsp; "Pizza now, experiment later," I tell her as I bite into my slice.&nbsp; Ah, heavenly...</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>03-02-2020, 16:21:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Talk about a rollercoaster ride.&nbsp; EM seems to have hopped onto the ride and grabbed me to ride along.&nbsp; Actually, I’m thinking it’s to play, to play along—play with her and play with me.&nbsp; <br><br>In the past, EM has been someone to think about.&nbsp; But we’re friends, so hands off in RL.&nbsp; The <em>I wonder what that would be like</em> has just resided in my imagination.<br><br>Now, EM is ‘mapping’, figuring out what’s gone on, what might go on.&nbsp; EM opens and closes his/her eyes.&nbsp; Words are just words, but when EM asks about how I’ve treated my nipples and what attention they might receive, I’m biting my lip.&nbsp; Am I not supposed to be careful?&nbsp; Instead of the clamps being a reminder, they’re now an encouragement.&nbsp; I can’t bite my lip more!<br><br>To relieve the pressure, I lick my lips.&nbsp; Oopsy!&nbsp; It’s a Circe practiced move of enticement.&nbsp; I didn’t do it for that reason.&nbsp; I don’t think.<br><br>This roller coaster of EM’s design, climbs to the top of the rail’s track, suggesting focusing on EM’s tits.&nbsp; I’m asked about seeing and touching her wonderful melons.&nbsp; That is a spectacularly great idea!&nbsp; In the next instant, I’m asking myself if I nodded yes and just didn’t notice.<br><br>EM suggests it’s pizza time.&nbsp; Experiments later.&nbsp; Maybe it’s the hostess circling EM.&nbsp; Maybe it’s that I’m not great at resisting the temptation of flaunted tits as my nipples are played with, but I start thinking why just pizza, why not pizza and experimenting too?<br><br>So I just ‘accidentally’ kick EM under the table.&nbsp; “Sorry!”&nbsp; Not really.&nbsp; And I’m really not sorry when my conciliatory hand rests on EM’s shoulder then languidly runs its own clever path to sample EM’s tits—nice!&nbsp; Firm, large and . . . are they sensitive?<br><br>My hand is tempted to rest on the orb, but we may have a chaperone—Chloe?&nbsp; She’s said to watch myself, to be careful and I have!&nbsp; If I were keeping track, I’d say I’ve kept in check several wandering, wondering ideas.&nbsp; But I’m not perfect!&nbsp; EM is the one who hopped on the rollercoaster first.&nbsp; Chloe probably realizes that.<br><br>After pizza and some respite, is it going to be experiment time?&nbsp; Do we start small or big?&nbsp; ‘Big’ of course leads me to refocus on EM’s tits.&nbsp; And, according to the latest EM update, I can think about anything and it won’t affect him/her.&nbsp; Except what he/she has said has affected me!&nbsp; So what about that?&nbsp; Is there something about who gets onto the lead rollercoaster car first?<br><br>Hmm.&nbsp; Experiment.&nbsp; Data—before and after.&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; “One thing that’s clear is that we should measure your tits EM. .&nbsp; .&nbsp; . that would make it partly academic and that’s important.”&nbsp; Since whatever I imagine, according to EM, is fine, it does not hurt for me to imagine heading to the ladies with EM in tow, measuring her tits and seeing how sensitive they are.&nbsp; Of course, measuring sensitivity includes different circumstances (factors/variables) in making determinations.&nbsp; For instance, does kissing affect her tits?&nbsp; What type of kissing?<br><br>Oddly, I’ve not ever imagined this before, well, this exact thing with EM.&nbsp; Is it the book’s fault?&nbsp; Clearly, EM is what they call a protagonist.&nbsp; I, on the other hand, am just someone who is curious about the world. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-02-2020, 00:57:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">The pizza is yummy. The hostess dances and Cirse makes an intentional and maybe controlled break in the circle that should only admit the hostess. With that intention, I re-energize the circle. How the heck did I know to do that and to make the circle in the first place? From deep inside, something very old says I’m good with such things.<br><br>So what are we up to? Another bite of the pizza and give that a bunch of focus. Something rises in feelings and something in general.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Anyone else here feeling horny? I want to climb into bed with both of you. Make us all happy that way.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>08-02-2020, 07:29:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door.<br>● Mmmm...&nbsp; Pizza...<br>● Somewhat turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The pizza is easily the best I have ever tasted, although I cannot rule out that my perception was altered by my friends' earlier anticipation of it.&nbsp; And although Chloe's ritual gave me the means to shield myself from further influence, I cannot help but wonder if there are residual effects from prior changes.&nbsp; It would be difficult to say though, since my current state is the new normal; maybe if I compared to a previous state?<br><br>I finish eating the slice and reach for another.&nbsp; This probably is one of the changes, I wasn't a big fan of carbs before.&nbsp; Hopefully it's just this restaurant and not pizza in general -- that would be more difficult to manage.&nbsp; Then there's the fact that I am not freaking out about having a woman's body, which seems like it should be, stressing over it will not accomplish anything other than mental anguish, but I distinctly remember freaking out before, so that's two...<br><br>My train of thought is interrupted by a kick under the table and Crice's hand on my shoulder.&nbsp; "No problem," I reply to her apology, but her touch lingers, and drifts, and soon becomes something not at all apologetic.&nbsp; "Not so fast, girlfriend," I push her hand away from my breasts, but not as quickly as I should have.&nbsp; "There are people here."&nbsp; Which kind of implies that I would be OK with it if we had more privacy, and come to think of it, I probably would...<br><br>Her next suggestion, to measure my tits, doesn't sound too bad either.&nbsp; "They look big," I sit up straighter and push my chest out.&nbsp; "They certainly feel big, especially compared to what I had before.&nbsp; But you're right, that is awfully imprecise, as well as subjective, so an independent measurement," I wink at her, "preferably with verification by an unbiased third party," I wink at Chloe, "should be the way to go."&nbsp; Oh god, am I flirting with them?&nbsp; It sure looks like I am...<br><br>But while we're we're skirting the issue, hinting and alluding, Chloe is the one to address the elephant in the room.&nbsp; I pause to consider it.&nbsp; Am I horny?&nbsp; 'Interested' would probably be a better word to describe it.&nbsp; Most guys are, pretty much most of the time, and I am still a guy where it counts the most.&nbsp; No, not between my legs -- I am quite sure that I am all girl in that department -- but between my ears.&nbsp; And speaking of what's between my legs, I wouldn't mind taking my new equipment for a test drive, and who better to do it with than my friends, who know who I am, what I have become, and how it came to be, and can account for it.<br><br>"Not 'horny' per se, more like curious, but definitely open to that scenario.&nbsp; Except that I don't see any bed around here.&nbsp; Should we pay and bail early?"</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>08-02-2020, 22:35:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">To answer Chloe’s question, <em>yes, but I always feel horny.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>There are some curious things to observe, all post magic book.&nbsp; My current observation involves Chloe.&nbsp; She’s Miss Button-down, usually.&nbsp; We can talk sex (sort of), but ‘horny’ is not a word she’d choose.&nbsp; She’s now unbuttoned, in the mood for more unbuttoning and EM is of a like mind.&nbsp; <br><br>Other observations are more subtle.&nbsp; For instance, public touches (okay, major touch) are being frowned upon by EM, but I have seen EM (fully Mike) not bashful in that department when he was the pursuer, not the pursued.<br><br>Speaking of pursuer, EM should be totally nude now if the hostess (in huntress mode who keeps eyeing EM with an undressing look) had her way.&nbsp; Buy a ticket, right?<br><br>“No!”&nbsp; We shall not leave this pizza or take it and have it cold later.&nbsp; Too good!&nbsp; So I’ve said no to let’s leave.&nbsp; “I’ll be right back.”&nbsp; With that I move out of the salt circle and head to the bar, getting another round of drinks.&nbsp; I signal the hostess—one might call this pimping EM, but so much is going on, I say it’s just is another data point with information to be collected.&nbsp; <br><br>After a short conversation with the hostess, I walk back with drinks.&nbsp; Clearly, she’s interested in EM.&nbsp; I fill the two in.&nbsp; ”Here’s the scoop.&nbsp; I gave Wanda, that’s the hostess, EM’s number.”&nbsp; I look at EM, “and with a text or call that will come in from her, don’t brush her off!&nbsp; That’s important.”&nbsp; I look sternly at EM, “we get three to the front of the line passes.&nbsp; A free appetizer.&nbsp; She also comped the drinks tonight.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Let’s see how to de-whore this a little: “She’s really into you.&nbsp; That thing you did to deflect Chloe’s ex?&nbsp; She likey.&nbsp; I’m not clear on whether she wants to tame or be tamed.”&nbsp; (Shrug).&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, to seal the deal with EM, the be-nice deal, I add, “She’s open to meeting your ‘brother’ Mike, but that might be a difficult sell.&nbsp; But I’m not saying impossible.”&nbsp; <br><br>One curious thing is how is it that EM hasn’t changed back?&nbsp; She probably wants the full experience of being girlalicious with someone like Wanda, me or Chloe or all three.&nbsp; But we need data.<br><br>Now, what am I thinking?&nbsp; I’m thinking I want to have some pizza, I want to see some Wanda/EM action and get some further data on what the hell is going on with this book.&nbsp; Sure, bed gets us some data, but not all that might be needed.&nbsp; “Let’s pace ourselves.”&nbsp; EM may have heard this, but when she had a third leg, not in her current condition.&nbsp; “Foreplay.&nbsp; We have pizza, finish that.&nbsp; Some Limoncello.”&nbsp; With EM relaxing (is her capacity less in girl form?), “we can signal Wanda to see if she wants, I don’t know a kiss, a taste in the ladies, then we see how horny we are.&nbsp; Foreplay.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>This will get us some time to think this over as well.&nbsp; <br><br>Those observations?&nbsp; My observations?&nbsp; Chloe’s not only horny, she’s slightly possessed.&nbsp; What am I saying?&nbsp; I’m not sure, but she’s haunted or something like that.&nbsp; Maybe she's channeling.&nbsp; A few questions about her lineage (fancy word) might help too.<br><br>I catch the eye of the bartender, mouth the word Limoncello, signal 3, and spread my hands to indicate in a little while.&nbsp; I get the bartender nod and all is good.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-02-2020, 14:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a more than a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Emmy suggests some urgency and that’s fine with me yet I don’t feel urgency. A girl thing? Only after foreplay and gentle teasing do I ever get to the point where ‘damn I need it right now.’ It’s hours of fun. I wonder if Emmy or Mikey is feeling which kind of urgency? I hope it’s Emmy feeling girl urgency, a slow warming toward an inevitable. Mikey like most guys was always too quick on&nbsp; the draw no matter how he tried.<br><br>When Cirse heads off to talk with the hostess, I nibble another piece of pizza and let my mind drift to the times I’ve spent alone with both my dear friends. Comforting Cirse after a date gone bad. Mikey a bit in his cups and snubbed. I’ve enjoyed those too. And the times when both of them helped me take my mind off disappointments. And the times we just said ‘sure, let’s do this.’ Never a threesome, that just didn’t find an opportunity, not that I wouldn’t.<br><br>Cirse’s return puts Emmy in a bit of a spot. So good, we’re going to simmer this one over Limoncello. I let my witchy sense – yes, that’s what I’ll call this new thing the book has give me – the run of the now broken circle of salt around us. Do we need further shielding from Biffy? I glance that way and he seems to be every increasingly into his cups and his posse is starting to look concerned. I form an intention, think of the book, and his hand bumps a glass of beer and it spills onto the front of his khakis. Looks like he wet himself. Good, he’ll not be a further problem and I know I can do things when I choose if I choose. ‘Be careful here, Clo!’ I dissolve the charge on the salt circle in time for our Limoncello to arrive. Lift my glass to my mates.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “To us! To further fun! Tonight and every night!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">And then the thought crystallizes! My nipples crinkle and I feel my panties dampen. Whisper …</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “A foursome with a stranger! And we’ve never done a threesome! I like this book more and more!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>11-02-2020, 15:45:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;</span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">A foursome?&nbsp; Let’s see: one is Em, two is Chloe, three is me (I hope), but who is four?&nbsp; I’m pretty sure it would be the hostess with the ‘mostest’, but I have to be at least alert that this doesn’t go awry—Chloe is over the edge, past the line she always seems to have.&nbsp; That’s fine.&nbsp; All it means is being wary.<br><br>I’m not the greatest at wary.&nbsp; I’m more do and then figure out, solve any ensuing problem.&nbsp; But I can be wary for at least, what will it take?, for at least say 15 minutes (half a limoncello).&nbsp; <br><br>As a dedicated wing-person (for as long as we’ve been at the restaurant and half an upcoming limoncello), I need to make sure that EM doesn’t get swallowed up by a male.&nbsp; In other words, I need to make sure that the Ex is not the fourth.&nbsp; I don’t think he is.&nbsp; After all, EM shot him down and now he’s spilled beer on his pants.<br><br>“Four’s good.&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; We wouldn’t want you involved in anything that makes you uncomfortable EM.”&nbsp; <em>And by that I mean anything that makes you terribly uncomfortable, hiding under the bed uncomfortable.</em><br><br>Surprise!&nbsp; The limoncellos are on the table.&nbsp; I slide one in EM’s direction.&nbsp; Lifting my glass, I clink EM’s and Chloe’s glasses.&nbsp; “Cin! Cin!”&nbsp; I take a sip and then explain: “Cin, cin is an Italian toast, glasses tinkling is the idea, but the sound is ‘sin’ and I say why not, right?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I’m guessing the magic book is seducing each of us, with a little help from such things as frivolity, devilishness and now limoncello.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>20-02-2020, 23:36:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>● Mmmm...&nbsp; Pizza...&nbsp; and limoncello...<br>● Somewhat turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe votes to stay, then leaves the table.&nbsp; Not that I disagree; while I'm game for a roll in the hay, I don't feel an overwhelming urgency to do it right now, so postponing cubicular activities in favour of sampling what the establishment has to offer does not sound bad, as long as said activities do eventually happen.&nbsp; It's probably feel differently about it if my inner door wasn't closed, and for a moment I toy with the idea of opening it a little before deciding that it is not a good idea.&nbsp; If the Miss Anjela incident is anything to judge by, I could get so overcome with lust I'd jump them right here and now, audience be damned.&nbsp; No, better not get the cops called on me.&nbsp; Still, maybe just a teeny crack...?<br><br>My thoughts get interrupted by Circe's returning with drinks and intriguing news.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Don't worry Circe, you know me, I'm not the one to object to hooking up with a good looking girl, and Wanda definitely fits the profile."&nbsp; I turn my for a quick look and catch the hostess's stare.&nbsp; Not sure what to do in such situations, I flash her a smile before turning back to my friends.&nbsp; "Yea," I nod, at the suggestion that she's into me, "I can see that.&nbsp; I can swear she was checking me out when I looked, but that Miss Anjela act, you know it wasn't really me, at least not anymore."&nbsp; Unless I open the door, then I could be...&nbsp; I blink.&nbsp; Why am I getting these thoughts?&nbsp; Shouldn't the door block magical influences, including attempts to bypass it?&nbsp; It's not a compulsion or anything, so I can deal with it, but the distraction is mildly annoying.<br><br>There are some commotion noises from behind me but before I can turn to look, Chloe proposes a toast.&nbsp; I reach for the drink and lift the glass to my face.&nbsp; Yellow, cloudy, smelling of lemon.&nbsp; What did Circe call it?&nbsp; Limoncello?&nbsp; I taste it gingerly and to my surprise find it very sweet, like a syrup.&nbsp; I take a longer swig and almost spew it out in surprise when Circe casually mentions asking Wanda if she wants a 'taste' of me in the ladies' room, followed by Chloe murmuring something about a foursome.&nbsp; "Uh," I feel my face blushing, "I kind of missing my usual equipment, and I'm not sure I know what to do with the one I got..."&nbsp; Though this won't be a problem if I opened the door, I'd get so horny that it would no longer matter...&nbsp; Ugh, stop!<br><br>Circe says that they wouldn't want me involved in anything that makes me uncomfortable, but the looks on their faces suggest that they consider 'uncomfortable' a pretty fluid concept.&nbsp; They are my friends, and I trust them implicitly to have my back, but for some reason the thought of them taking advantage of the situation to push the limits doesn't bother me as much as it should have.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>21-02-2020, 23:24:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">EM is a virgin!&nbsp; It dawns on me.&nbsp; <span class="bbc_u">She</span> is a virgin!&nbsp; She doesn’t know how her new equipment works.&nbsp; Ultimately, as in eventually, it comes down to understanding there are buttons to be seduced which leads to fun, fun as in orgasm.&nbsp; Easily more than one too.<br><br>But she doesn’t know this.&nbsp; She’s a virgin!&nbsp; There can be all sorts of issues for the uninitiated.&nbsp; And it is up to the experienced to mentor the inexperienced.&nbsp; How is that done?&nbsp; Talk and experimenting is the answer but I’m not sure the experimenting, individual exploration, is the proper road map given how all this has unfolded.<br><br>I’m pretty sure Chloe would be supportive of EM.&nbsp; <em>If you do ‘this’—fill in the blank—you’ll see how nice that can be.</em>&nbsp; So Chloe is a good reference.<br><br>Me?&nbsp; I’ll keep things chill, fun.&nbsp; That’s what I say—keep chill and have fun.&nbsp; <br><br>I grab an empty beer bottle from a busboy with a bunch of cleared items.&nbsp; I spin it on the table and stop it to point at EM.&nbsp; I smile, lean toward her and kiss (yes, tongue engaged) and run my hand toward her crotch, seductively of course.&nbsp; I pull back.&nbsp; “when I did that, you felt tingles and some more intense tingles—that’s where you can start a tsunami—you have to say though, ya?&nbsp; Let on what you like and want.”<br><br>It’s just a kiss, but the lesson is there for each upgrade of fun.&nbsp; She’s not a guy.&nbsp; <em>EM, be in tune with what you like and tell us what you want.</em>&nbsp; (This is sort of like Star Wars—feel the force, EM!) <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>24-02-2020, 16:45:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and a more than a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Several things become very clear. One, Emmy believes she’s girl down there. And two, will need a gentle lead through the rites of first experiences. Cirse takes that on directly for starters. Several tables away, Biff’s posse ogles the girl kiss.<br><br>When she’s done, I slide my chair over and turn the bottle round again and somehow know it’ll point between Emmy and me. Starting to love our little black book wherever it is at the moment.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Ooh, I’m the lucky next! C’mon Emmy, show us all what I can look forward to when we get home!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Lean forward so she can oblige the almost mandatory demand. My hand finds her other leg opposite Cirse’s</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 05:26:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;which he is drawn to open.<br>● Turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe gets a mischievous glint in her eye as she grabs an empty bottle from a cart and spins it on the table.&nbsp; I wonder what she's up to but before I get the chance to ask, she clamps her palm on the bottle, stopping it pointing in my direction.&nbsp; "Hey, that's cheat..." I start but the words die out as her mouth presses against mine.&nbsp; We have kissed before, but never like that, with her lips and tongue offering sweet promises of more to come.<br><br>I feel her hand crawling up my thigh, higher.&nbsp; It feels good, and will probably feel even better when it reaches its destination, but it stops half-way, leaving me with a bewildering mix of relief and disappointment.&nbsp; Do I want it?&nbsp; Do I want to want it?&nbsp; And to confuse things even further, she pulls back, asking me to articulate what I like and want.&nbsp; If only I knew!&nbsp; Maybe opening the inner door will bring clarity.&nbsp; I look inward and nudge the door open, just a crack, and immediately my pulse quickens.<br><br>Not to be outdone, Chloe reaches for the bottle to spin it, and it stops pointing at me again, without any cheating this time unless she used magic to influence the result, which I won't put past her.&nbsp; She leans in, asking for a taste, and my hand moves as if on its own volition to the back of her head, pulling her into a passionate kiss, not unlike the one I was subjected to only moments earlier, ignoring the hoots, whistles and catcalls from the peanut gallery.&nbsp; Then her hand finds my other leg and I jump upright, quickly shutting the inner door, but the little magic that manage to seep through the gap was enough to ramp up my arousal to the point of quivering.&nbsp; I know what I want, and I want it now!<br><br>"Fuck!" I whisper, then turn my head from one girl to the other.&nbsp; "I want you!&nbsp; And you!&nbsp; And, I don't know, maybe Wanda as well.&nbsp; Let's pay and get the fuck out of here before I lose control completely."</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>14-03-2020, 20:09:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">One thing I’m not going to do is explain to EM that girls are like irons, taking some time to heat up.&nbsp; My friend Verna was told that and now she has to overcome that image—thanks Mum!<br><br>EM is raring to go.&nbsp; She wants to be off and speaking of ‘off’, it sounds like she wants to get off.&nbsp; All due speed EM.&nbsp; <br><br>Magically, there is a wrap of our leftover pizza and the bill has been paid.&nbsp; <br><br>This is like some effing horse race.&nbsp; The starting gate is about to open and, next, they’re off!<br><br>I stand.&nbsp; I can see the hostess speaking to the next group—our table is indicated as open to them shortly.&nbsp; Here’s what I can imagine: I, actually Chloe and me, look over the side of the cliff, then we just jump off, taking a dive into the unknown.&nbsp; Of course, EM is holding our hand.&nbsp; It’s unclear whether she’s jumped first or follows.<br><br>“M-kay.&nbsp; So let’s go.&nbsp; Sounds like a plan, of sorts, . . . I guess.”&nbsp; Casual is key here—mentoring, mentoring, mentoring!<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-03-2020, 03:54:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and more than a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">So we stand and the bussers get on our table a little too fast for my taste.<br><br>  “Stay close, I’ll break trail.”<br><br>I dive into the crowd. ‘Excuse. ‘Scuse. Sorry!’ Hope the others are behind me. We get out the front door and I hand the valet the ticket. Fish in my wallet for a 5 and come up with 4 singles. Will have to do. Turn to my two BFFs.<br><br>  “Okay, you two in the back seat. Don’t mess with my driving, okay? I need you both safe inside because I need to get fucked and you’re the only ones I trust to do me well!”<br><br>I pull us out into the street and bend for my place. Biggest bed!<br><br>  “Somebody message that hostess my address. We’ll need her soon enough!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>20-03-2020, 07:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">%u25CF Fully female.<br>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br>%u25CF Self confident.<br>%u25CF Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;which he is drawn to open.<br>%u25CF Turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The walk from the table to Chloe's car is a haze.&nbsp; The diners, the waitresses, the disappointed groans from the next table, all blur together as I move through the crowd with just one thing on my mind.&nbsp; I have never felt such a strong craving before, but the truine of a male libido finding itself in a female body and subject to magical influence makes it very difficult to resist.<br><br>Moments later I am shoved into the back seat of Chloe's car, put the seatbelt on on auto-pilot and we're off.&nbsp; It shouldn't take long, Chloe's pad is close, and I can just stroke this nice, inviting leg beside me to take my mind off of things...<br></span><div class="floatright"><abbr title="click to enlarge">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Iphone.png)</abbr></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>Chloe's words pull me out of my reverie and I reluctantly pull my hand away from Circe's thigh.&nbsp; Just then my phone chimes, giving me something to concentrate on.&nbsp; I look at the screen and see a <abbr title="click on the phone image to read">message from the hostess</abbr>.&nbsp; Coincidence or the work of magic?&nbsp; No matter, I quickly type in <abbr title="click on the phone image to read">Chloe's address</abbr>, mash the 'send' button, then drop the phone on the seat and let my hand wander back to Circe's thigh.<br><br>Looking up, my eyes meet hers and what I see in them looks like an invitation, at least to me.&nbsp; I start leaning in for a kiss, only to be stopped by the stupid seatbelt.&nbsp; <em>We're almost there</em>, I think to myself as I reach to disengage the buckle, <em>and Chloe is a safe driver, nothing bad will happen...</em><br><br>Free from the restraints, I start leaning in again, my hand crawling up Circe's dress, when the car makes a sudden sharp turn and the momentum throws me forward.&nbsp; I try to break the fall with my hands but one of them is behind Circe's back and the other gets tangled in her dress, so I end up planing my face right into her cleavage.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mmmm, nice...&nbsp; I stay there for a tad longer than strictly necessary, then extricate myself and awkwardly buckle up again.&nbsp; "Sorry, I got a little impatient," I mumble.&nbsp; "I'll behave."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>21-03-2020, 02:47:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe is driving magically from my perspective.&nbsp; Each turn means that EM’s wandering hand is on my thigh with slight nice exploration.&nbsp; Explore, explore please!&nbsp; EM is a girl after my own heart, if a little quicker to take action.&nbsp; It’s wonderful surprise after wonderful surprise.&nbsp; EM ‘asks’ a question with an apology: Sorry-translation: is my hand unwelcome?&nbsp; <br><br>Hmm—actions speak louder than words.&nbsp; *Giggle* “I <strong>guess</strong> I forgive you.”&nbsp; I make sure my tits are giving back a little mashing and I ‘sneak’ a kiss.&nbsp; With Chloe driving, I’m getting reckless—she wants to get the vehicle parked and may press the gas pedal a *giggle* tad.&nbsp; “Don’t worry Chloe, I’m memorizing each moment to make sure it’s illustrated for you on you.”&nbsp; I look at EM, “Please continue Hottie.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-03-2020, 01:31:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and more than a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">We reach my condo and I park in the underground. The two lovebirds in the back seat seem all over each other as as they get out. You can smell it, girl juices! Where’s that book? No clue but I’m guessing it’s here with us and getting high on the pheromones we’re all sharing with every breath. I manage to make it to my condo door and get it unlocked. The other two are lagging!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Dammit, get in here before you get busted for PDA! Sheesh!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Get them inside.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Bedroom! There! Throw the comforter in the corner!”</span></span><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/99/98/45/99984519e2b2c99a64e8878aad4b4727.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Flip on the light. <em>‘OMG, what happened to my bedroom? It used to be modest whites and cremes! That damned book!’</em><br><br>But from a bottom drawer in the dresser, take out the box of girl sex toys plus some light bondage stuff and empty that onto the bed. </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Don’t ask, don’t tell!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Start to try to unzip the back of the candy striper dress.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Dammit, somebody help me unzip this damn thing!”</span></span><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>29-03-2020, 04:25:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;which he is drawn to open.<br>● Turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Yes, I promised to behave, but apparently Circe doesn't really want me to.&nbsp; The belt stays on but the hand is free to wander, and while I am not used to being the owner of lady bits, I still remember how to handle them from the other side.&nbsp; Slowly my hand crawls up her thigh, slipping under her short dress, and reaching her panties.&nbsp; A finger finds the familiar indentation and traces its contours, a little awkwardly since my arm is twisted in an uncomfortable angle, but I'd rather stay buckled since the next thing my face may encounter due to the laws of inertia may not be nearly as soft or as pleasant as Circe's crumple zones.<br><br>"You feel a little moist to the touch," I coo, pushing a little harder.&nbsp; "More than a little, actually..."&nbsp; I try to hook the elastic but then the car jerks to a stop in the underground parking and Chloe shoos us out.&nbsp; I stop to demonstratively lick my finger, then run after Chloe who's about to break the national upstairs dash record.&nbsp; Somehow I manage to run up the stairs without twisting an ankle or breaking a heel -- I can only assume magic in play -- and burst into Chloe's apartment, heading straight to the bedroom.<br><br>The lights come on and... wow!&nbsp; "When did you redecorate?" I don't remember <em>that</em>, but then it's been some time since I've been in Chloe's bedroom so maybe her tastes changed for the explicit, and judging by the contents of the drawer she empties out on the bed, there's quite a bit I still have to learn about her.&nbsp; I doubt she would be so casual about it if I was still male, but maybe she feels more comfortable with me now that we're on the same team.<br><br>A shove, with more effort behind it due to the weaker arms, and Circe finds herself on her back on the springy mattress, but a frustrated call for assistance stops me from pouncing on her.&nbsp; "On it!" I step up to Chloe, wrapping my arms around her, and press my body to hers as I fumble for the zipper on her back.&nbsp; Did her hair always smelled as good?&nbsp; Her breasts feel so wonderful mashing against mine...&nbsp; There was something...&nbsp; Oh right, the zipper!&nbsp; I yank it down, then help her pull the stripper dress down, exposing her top.&nbsp; Damn, those puppies look appetizing, let me at em!<br><br>Impatiently I pull her to the bed, pulling at her bra, pushing my crotch against her, getting ready to...&nbsp; To what exactly?&nbsp; I pause.&nbsp; What the hell do I do now?</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>29-03-2020, 17:29:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">With little need for careful observation, I say EM has reached the excess-of-riches zone or heaven/hell.<br><br>First attentions (the car) were directed to me.&nbsp; My moistness is observed by my backseat lover and I’m thinking why wait for upstairs?<br><br>Somehow my clutches are escaped and EM is upstairs with both of us, wanton Chloe and wanton Circe.&nbsp; Or is that wanting?&nbsp; I’ll find a dictionary later—post coitus.<br><br>EM next turns attention to Chloe which is only fair in a way.&nbsp; But when one wants what one wants, desperately, concerns over fairness are tossed aside.&nbsp; Tossed aside also describes my dress.&nbsp; I’m now lying in bed, beginning stage 1 competition for attention.<br><br>I spread my legs, playing with my clit, fondling my tit with the other hand.&nbsp; My tongue snakes out slightly as an invite to the two, one or both. <br><br>Giggle.&nbsp; How is this EM’s hell?&nbsp; Answer: She’s going to have to pay attention to two and who knows?&nbsp; What happens if another is conjured up?&nbsp; That hostess.&nbsp; <br><br>What was her name anyways?&nbsp; Oh, oh, oh, . . . Wanda.&nbsp; <br><br>The Wanda Always Rings Twice—that’s what I’ll call the film of that if it comes about—horror or porn or both?&nbsp; Don’t know.&nbsp; Can’t wait!<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-03-2020, 18:47:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ooh, Emmy feels so good! I feel arousal in my panties, my clit more than ever before!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you Emmy!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">She pulls me to the bed and our crotches meet. I grind mine to hers through my wet panties and unfasten my bra. That almost flies away by itself. I pull back from Emmy and turn her toward Circe.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Go suck on her tits, she loves that!”</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/660984195904176128/693861174302867456/strapless.png)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Give her a gentle shove and turn to the toy box. The first toy I want is a finger massager I know is there but the first thing my hand touches isn’t anything I put into the box. What the? It’s blue and it has a little vibrator that seems fully charged and oh my! I slide the thing inside me and turn it on.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh my goddess!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">The shock sends me reeling, bump into the headboard. I reach for my crotch to pull the thing out because it’s too nice but instead find that the plastic rubbery thing has turned into something else. Holy shit, I have a dick where my clit used to be and I still have my pussy and oh my goddess that feels nice. It’s rock hard too. I crawl back over to the pair and start to kiss on Emmy’s neck and ear from behind. My clit-dick brushes against Circe’s bare thigh.</span></span><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>31-03-2020, 08:05:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">%u25CF Fully female.<br>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br>%u25CF Self confident.<br>%u25CF Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;which he is drawn to open.<br>%u25CF Turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">A hint from Chloe, reinforced by a gentle shove, makes me turn my attention to Circe.&nbsp; Right, foreplay, I can do that.&nbsp; She looks ready -- more than ready -- clothes flung aside, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, tongue seductively licking slightly parted lips...<br><br>Yes, it's been a while but I remember now, she was always proud of her tits, using any opportunity to flaunt them, relishing the reaction of men and women alike, be it lust, admiration or or envy.&nbsp; Understandably too, she has a great pair, even more so now thanks to the magic of the book, and if she enjoys having them played with half as much as the likes showing them off, she's in for a treat.&nbsp; But does she?&nbsp; It would be easy to know it I just opened that door in my mind.&nbsp; Tempting, but I don't want the side effects, not just yet.&nbsp; Though... if the door metaphor can be taken further, perhaps I can listen at it?<br><br>Pulling myself closer my hands displace Circe's, taking a hold of her breasts, kneading, squeezing, caressing...&nbsp; Her pink nipples react to my touch by springing erect, and in my mind, I press my ear to the door while keeping it closed.&nbsp; It works, sort of.&nbsp; I can hear the voices getting louder and clearer, still cannot decipher the words but they convey a feeling of content, as if saying, yes, continue...&nbsp; and I obey by leaning closer and taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, feeling her body react...&nbsp; I wish I had the book within reach, there must be something in it to make those little pleasure buttons even more sensitive.&nbsp; If it was up to me, they would be orgasmic, like a pair or hair-trigger clits on her chest, but even now, the voices whisper that she's enjoying the ministrations.<br><br>I feel soft lips on my neck and another voice joins in, murmuring softly.&nbsp; It's Cloe, she's horny (what a surprise!) and wants to stick her...&nbsp; In the recesses of my mind, my imaginary self pulls away from the door in confusion and the voices die down, all the better since I can make no sense of that nonsense.<br><br>Circe shifts and I notice that Circe is still stroking herself.&nbsp; That won't do my dear, that button is for me to push.&nbsp; Slowly I begin to slide down, kissing my way along her breastbone, her solar plexus, her navel, sticking my tongue into it and giving it a twirl before going lower still, over her nice little bush, to what lies beneath it.&nbsp; Nudging her hand away with my head, I kiss her pink pussy, then push my tongue in, separating her nether lips like the petals of a delicate flower to reach her clit, and flick it.&nbsp; <em>I want to hear you sing, Circe,</em> I think as I start licking in earnest, <em>Moan and squeal and scream...</em><br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-04-2020, 22:45:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Wit a brand new and hopefully temporary clit-dick.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">One hand strokes my clit-dick as I engage in deep tongue kisses with Circe and Emmy. Mmmm!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You guys taste so good!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Run my hand down Emmy’s neck to her titties.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You got really nice boobies, Emmy. Can I kiss them?”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>14-04-2020, 01:27:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">My hands are moved aside with EM taking skillful hold of my breasts, kneading, squeezing, caressing...&nbsp; <em>Mmmmm. . .&nbsp; .&nbsp; Oooh!</em>&nbsp; Nipples at attention.&nbsp; *Giggle*&nbsp; EM claims control of a nipple, sucking and nibbling and I arch in reaction.<br><br>Mmmkay—you should receive too EM.&nbsp; *Kiss*<br>&nbsp;<br>Have I earned more?&nbsp; By a kiss?&nbsp; EM slithers, snakelike.&nbsp; Her mouth slowly, delightfully finds my pussy and, and, . . . <em>“Yesss, Jesus, yesssssss!”</em> <br><br>Was EM this great ‘before’?&nbsp; Ummm, let’s see how she does with numbers upon numbers.<br><br><em>One, two, three, four – who are we for?&nbsp; Another, another, another! A fourth to hither forth!</em>&nbsp; *Giggle*&nbsp; Mind over matter is my thought.&nbsp; I want EM on the fastest learning track possible.&nbsp; See what girls like and become a pleasure master or mistress.&nbsp; <br><br>Chloe is bifurcated, or something *Giggle*—she’s such a show-off, but she’s entitled.&nbsp; EM is doing her part to rev things up—well, my two are, I reach to spank Chloe (one), spank EM (two), and feel my nips (three, four).&nbsp; *Giggle*&nbsp; Fun, fun, fun!<br><br>Should we try and conjure snakes?&nbsp; Having sex in a pit of snakes?&nbsp; <em>Hisssssssss</em>&nbsp; <br><br><em>One, two, three, four – who are we for?&nbsp; Another, another, another! A fourth to hither forth!&nbsp; Mmm-yes or is it EM-yes?</em><br><br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>26-04-2020, 00:45:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;which he is drawn to open.<br>● Penis envy.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">My attention to Circe's nether regions is met with appropriate squirming and vocalization, suggesting that I am on the right track, and I get rewarded for my efforts with a slap on my butt, which stings more than I expected it to.&nbsp; "Hey!" I reach to rub it.&nbsp; Maybe my skin is just more sensitive than it used to be, suggesting that certain activities are likely to be more pleasurable.&nbsp; And Chloe's suggestion to kiss my breasts sounds like a good way to test this theory.<br><br>"Mmmm, yes, I'd like that." I turn around to face Chloe.&nbsp; My gaze trails over her nude body, from her twinkling eyes, descending to her jutting breasts, following the curve of her stomach, dropping down to her crotch...<br><br>"Whoa!" I make a double take at the sight of the fleshy appendage between Chloe's legs.&nbsp; "How did this thing get there?"&nbsp; I don't usually pay attention to other people's penises but I get a strange feeling about this one so despite myself I look at it more closely.&nbsp; It looks oddly familiar, as if...&nbsp; "Wait..."&nbsp; Then realization dawns... "Is it mine?!"&nbsp; And incredulity gives way to umbrage&nbsp; "You got to be fucking kidding me!"</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-04-2020, 21:42:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Wit a brand new and hopefully temporary clit-dick.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">What? This nice clit-dick is Emmy’s? Um Mikey’s. I look at it closer. Could be, I mean I’ve had Mikey’s in my hands and mouth and pussy before. Nights when I needed a good O and others when he did. I guess Cirse too. So probably true. That book!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hey Cirse, this thing taste like Mikey’s? I may be flexible but I’m not kinky enough to give it a taste. It’s close to ready too!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"> Yes, a couple more pulls and we can all taste its yummy goodness.</span></span><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>27-04-2020, 22:30:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe</span><br><br></strong><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Gathered<br>Experiences</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">We’re super-gymnasts and what?&nbsp; We ummm get appendages to use?&nbsp; Seems like it.&nbsp; Chloe has another’s attachment.&nbsp; I know Chloe didn’t have one.&nbsp; Now she does.&nbsp; I <strong>definitely</strong> know I never had one.&nbsp; That leaves au current EM fka Mike who’s missing one.<br><br>I’m offered a taste.&nbsp; Seems like a good idea.&nbsp; Call me silly, but I don’t want cum in my hair.&nbsp; So I’m enthusiastic, but not crazed.&nbsp; I’m glad I’m tasting before it’s stuck anywhere, like a back alley.&nbsp; A slow lick, taking a taste on the tip of my tongue.<br><br>I giggle, “Definitely some hints of floral.&nbsp; A typical saltiness, perhaps of the ocean.&nbsp; I’m saying it’s Mike cock.” <br><br>A few bobs and I pull back.&nbsp; I then lean toward Chloe, but don’t exclude EM from hearing.&nbsp; “It is on the huge-ish side.&nbsp; If I jack you off or suck you off, and it’s EM’s, will she feel it or just you?”&nbsp; Whatever Chloe says, it’s just a guess.&nbsp; I start in on the experiment--hand and mouth.&nbsp; I give EM a seductive look to just sort of say - <em>you’re sexy complicated bitch!&nbsp; Likey!</em><br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>07-05-2020, 07:47:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">%u25CF Fully female.<br>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br>%u25CF Self confident.<br>%u25CF Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>%u25CF Can feel Chloe's cock.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">It's just unfair!&nbsp; Not only I get deprived of my dick, but now Chloe got it?&nbsp; And now she's she's getting a combined hand and blow job from Circe?&nbsp; On my dick?<br><br>"I'd like it back, you know," I pout, but I cannot get angry at her, not when I know she hasn't done any of it on purpose.&nbsp; And besides, she's my friend, I shouldn't begrudge her a bit of fun...&nbsp; "After Circe's done with it," I relent and get off the bed, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms under my breasts in an attempt to appear annoyed, though it takes me a couple of tries due to not being used to having such protrusions, and at the end I can't stop myself from smiling.<br><br>I might as well watch -- Chloe is in for a treat, Circe's oral skills are second to none -- but after that, that dick better go back to its rightful owner!&nbsp; But wait...&nbsp; In order for that to happen I need to either find the right spell in the book or open myself to Chloe's and Circe's influence.&nbsp; The spells can be unpredictable, but so does my friends' imagination.&nbsp; What to do?&nbsp; Decisions...&nbsp; Decisions...<br><br>Oh well, let the dice fall as they may.&nbsp; I shrug inwardly and close my eyes, envisioning myself in that virtual room, and put my ear to the door.&nbsp; I can hear the voices, whispering from behind it, beckoning, urging me to open the door, and after a moment of hesitation I pull the handle, just as Circe suggests that I might be feeling what she does to Chloe.&nbsp; No no no, Circe!&nbsp; Tell me you're not thinking about it...&nbsp; But the look she gives me says that she is, and before I can react she takes it into her mouth...<br><br>"Ahhh..." my knees buckle from the intensity of the sensations.&nbsp; Fuck, she's even better at this than I remember!&nbsp; My hand moves to my crotch but finds nothing but a smooth little mound.&nbsp; Great, I now have a phantom cock syndrome.</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-05-2020, 21:20:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Wit a brand new and hopefully temporary clit-dick borrowed from Mikey who’s Emmy but doesn’t want to be.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Cirse agree’s it’s Mikey’s and goes down on me, or rather on it. Because I can feel what she’s doing with it. Always nice to be touched. But there’s no killer thrill like when a dick’s inside me or when I Jill off with my toys. A moan from Emmy and my head jerks around.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You like this Emmy? You think I should put it in a pussy? We’ve got three and it might break if I try to put it in mine! It’s too nice to break!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">One hand finds Cirse’s hair and rides with her as she does the dick with her hot mouth. So weird, mine but not really. And Emmy’s going wild!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Play with my pussy, Cirse baby. See if that changes how this all feels.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>17-05-2020, 21:16:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">EM has to be about to explode!&nbsp; *Gigggle*&nbsp; I mean explode in a mind-blowing way.&nbsp; <br><br>First off, I do know what this particular cock likes.&nbsp; AND my little secret is that I’ve been learning a little this and a little that from others since my last encounter with this cock.&nbsp; <br><br>Soooo, the cock in question learns first-hand about some new trickery.&nbsp; <br><br>I’m counting on Chloe knowing to not shoot off and end things.<br><br>The only thing now is I have to learn to pay attention to two and if we count the shared cock as a person of its own, three.&nbsp; I am definitely, definitely up to the challenge.&nbsp; Fun!&nbsp; Right now, yes, right now I’m insatiable.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Chloe wants her pussy played with.&nbsp; NOW, that is something more I can relate to, knowing what I like and knowing how certain things feel.&nbsp; Yum!&nbsp; I wonder if you taste yummier if you’re super enjoying it?&nbsp; Tongue and fingers are playing with the one and my eyes are inviting the other to pay attention to me again, and again and .&nbsp; .&nbsp; .<br><br>Are we melding our bits?&nbsp; I’m bound and determined to be the great experimenter.&nbsp; AND that means repeatability.&nbsp; And that must mean working a . . . a . . .&nbsp; spell(?).&nbsp; Another?&nbsp; Eventually? <br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>20-05-2020, 18:44:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>● Can feel Chloe's cock.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Damn, my panties feel soaked.&nbsp; I pull my hand out and lift it, sticky and dripping, to my face.&nbsp; It smells like girl-juice.&nbsp; It tastes like girl-juice too.&nbsp; My girl-juice...<br><br>I should probably sever the magical connection before things get completely out of hand, but if I do I get stuck as I am now until I open it again.&nbsp; Of course I could just ask the girls to set things right, they are my friends after all...<br><br>But just as I open my mouth to speak, I get hit with another mind-bogging wave of pleasure and my words turn into a loud moan and I topple back on the bed.&nbsp; Involuntary, my hand rises up to squeeze my breast, leaving a conspicuous wet streak on my white dress.&nbsp; Oh god, let it end quickly before my mind melts into a puddle...&nbsp; Maybe with the right incentive, Circe will finish Chloe (and myself) off...&nbsp; Through the haze, I remember Chloe's suggestion to suck on Circe's tits, and manage to crawl up to her, somehow find my way to a boob and latch on to it, squeezing the nipple with my teeth.</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>25-05-2020, 21:34:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Let’s see.&nbsp; The rules of Twister are . . .&nbsp; I guess the rulebook is tossed since we’re not planting ourselves on different colored circles and not being thrown off and removed from the game.&nbsp; As near as I can tell it’s twisting into pleasure positions—what you want and what you want to do.&nbsp; <br><br>We are quite twisted though.&nbsp; And I know we’re not just one-being-thing since my landline is the only cock in the room.&nbsp; It’s been sucked on and grabbed—this I know since it’s me who is in on that performance.&nbsp; It’s responded, but no shudders for me as I suck and stroke it.&nbsp; <br><br>At the mo, I’m wondering how many times is the cock good for?&nbsp; It seems proud of its mass—I’m thinking it’s good for a number of rounds.&nbsp; Sooo . . . I wrap my hand around the cock and work it, stroking firmly and demandingly—<em>do your trick monster baby!</em><br><br>AND who’s going to react to that explosion more?&nbsp; Who?&nbsp; Chloe?&nbsp; EM?&nbsp; Who?<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-06-2020, 03:16:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Wit a brand new and hopefully temporary clit-dick borrowed from Mikey who’s Emmy but doesn’t want to be.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">When Circe goes down in ‘my’cock, I finally get the sensations I always thought guys get from that same effort. Give in to those and file them away for future comparison. Unless that book is nastier than I think it is, this is a ‘one shot’ experience. Reach for Emmy.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Come here baby, I need some tongue!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I get one hand behind her neck and start a deep snog. M&lt;y other hand finds her tits for a brief moment and then reaches for her pussy. We’ll see how she likes some clittie attention while ‘her cock’ is sucked.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh goddess Cirse, that feels great!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>17-06-2020, 07:13:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing a white dress with wet spots.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>● Can feel Chloe's cock.<br>● On the brink.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 2pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I arch my back as Circe begins pumping in earnest, in an instinctive reaction to push my shaft further into her hand, except that it isn't attached to me anymore so my efforts have no effect.&nbsp; The complete lack of control over the situation would be frustrating if it didn't feel so damn good.&nbsp; Each stroke triggers a gasp, inaudible due to my mouth being full of tit, but most likely felt by Circe's poor nipple.&nbsp; It never felt so intense before, it's like my sensitivity is going off the charts.&nbsp; Must be Chloe's or Circe's thoughts slipping in through the open door.&nbsp; I would have popped by now if my equipment was still physically attached to me, but it is not my nervous system that controls it now.&nbsp; I only hope that it gets fixed when the organ in question returns to its rightful owner, lest I be left a hair-trigger premature ejaculator, which Circe would find immensely funny, no doubt.<br><br>Chloe pulls me away from Circe's breast and before I can voice a protest presses her mouth against mine.&nbsp; I close my eyes and melt into the kiss.&nbsp; Have I mentioned that she is a great kisser?&nbsp; I could just...<br><br>My eyes snap open and a squeal escapes my lips as I feel fingers brush against my lady bits.&nbsp; <em>Fuck...&nbsp; This is too much!</em></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>28-06-2020, 18:31:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Okay so I’m not a mathematician or physicist or whatever, like the ones who can describe the pattern of what’s going on.<br><br>Here’s the way I’m thinking of it if I’m ‘thinking’ which is difficult given what I’m feeling: there’s this loop we’re in.&nbsp; We’re sort of like one-ish but not one—sharing things.&nbsp; This sharing is like some fucking funnel that is whisking us up higher and higher.&nbsp; It’s new sex—unique, magical.<br><br>Normally, there’s a climax.&nbsp; But it doesn’t feel like we’re close to that.&nbsp; Mike, usually a guy, would be expected to ‘shoot’ quicker than girls, but he’s not in guy mode.&nbsp; Chloe adds to the mix in a different way—before, girl talk, she’s sort of suggested (but not said) that she likes everything from start to finish, but that the in-between can be but shouldn’t be ignored.<br><br>Me?&nbsp; I’m a yoga girl.&nbsp; If there’s one position that is good, you test to see if you can move to more, to better.&nbsp; That’s a good style for sure.<br><br>I’ve got two hands, one mouth, two other openings, two boobs.&nbsp; Each of us is similarly equipped with, well, one cock between us.&nbsp; How many combinations does that leave?&nbsp; Lots, I guess.<br><br>Looking at the single item, the cock, figuratively speaking, should we ignore it or not?&nbsp; <br><br>As I squirm and relish, and stroke and enjoy, I ask, “can I have the cock?”&nbsp; Now this even has possible different permutations or meanings:&nbsp; In answer, I get to have it enter, I get to suck it, I get to wear it.&nbsp; <br><br>Who or what is in charge of what’s next?&nbsp; &nbsp; <br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-07-2020, 22:25:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Wit a brand new and hopefully temporary clit-dick borrowed from Mikey who’s Emmy but doesn’t want to be.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Cirse asks for the cock. Hmmm.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay um, lay back and I’ll do you!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I can feel her lips paret as I press it into her. Start with short strokes and then longer and longer, deeper and deeper. I know what’s going to happen even before it does. I shift over her as I feel the change and now I’m riding her cock instead of fucking her with mine. It’s now hers. I let an orgasm flow through me and climb off Cirse’s new cock.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “There’s one way, Emmy! If you want it back, go take it!”</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>26-07-2020, 06:50:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Fully female.<br>● Wearing a white dress with wet spots.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via inner door,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>● Can feel <del>Chloe's</del> Circe's cock.<br>● Needs release.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">What we have here is three people -- one could say three girls given my situation, except that I don't think of myself as one.&nbsp; I may have the curves and the plumbing now, but it is only skin deep and deep inside I am still very much a guy.&nbsp; Or am I?&nbsp; &nbsp;This is magic, an unexplored territory, and it has shown to be as capable of affecting the mind as much as the body.&nbsp; Which means that I need to be careful lest I lose myself, get Mike erased leaving only Emmy.&nbsp; <em>Ugh!</em> I shudder at the thought, personality death is still death.<br><br>But I digress.&nbsp; What we have here is three people, one cock between them, and three different attitudes about it.&nbsp; Circe wants to experiment, Chloe wants to make the best out of the situation, and me, I'm just trying not to get overwhelmed and hoping to get it back.<br><br>"Hey!" I react to Circe's request.&nbsp; It's mine!&nbsp; "If anyone's going to have this cock, it should be..."&nbsp; Suddenly realizing what I was about to say, I clamp my hand to my mouth.&nbsp; Blood rushes to my cheeks, making them burn.&nbsp; Fuck, I must be blushing deep crimson...&nbsp; "Never mind," I stammer, averting my eyes, but a different sensation in my 'phantom cock' makes me look up and sure enough, Chloe is giving it to Circe as requested.&nbsp; It's a good thing I stopped myself from blurting out, otherwise I could be the one getting dicked, and with my own dick no less!<br><br>I find a good vantage point to watch Chloe hammer Circe, but I am more than just an observer: I feel every thrust as if I was the one doing it, and soon it gets me to the brink again.&nbsp; I see Chloe twitching and hold my breath in anticipation.&nbsp; Almost there...&nbsp; Then, as if on cue, she shudders as the orgasm hits her, and... nothing?!&nbsp; I should have gotten my release along with her but for some reason I didn't, and as soon as she slides off of Circe, the reason becomes clear.<br><br>"You gotta be kidding me!" there's no hiding the incredulity in my voice when I see the cock jutting from Circe's crotch.&nbsp; Not only she has it now, but the cycle has to start from the beginning again.&nbsp; "Not happening," I mutter darkly at Chloe's suggestion, but on the other hand, I want -- no, <em>need</em> -- to be finished off.&nbsp; Who would have thought that my worst case of blue balls would happen when I don't even have them?<br><br>"Fuck!" I spit into my palm and, unceremoniously moving Chloe aside, spoon behind Circe and reach out to wrap my hand around the cock.&nbsp; This is still my cock, I tell myself, I can still feel it, it just got... temporarily relocated.&nbsp; It's just masturbation, albeit at a weird angle and with the added benefit of Circe enjoying it as well, and god knows I'm no stranger to it.&nbsp; I slide my other hand under Circe to cup and squeeze her breast, as I start pumping the shaft up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed.</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>05-08-2020, 21:16:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Do you like it that way?</em> is my thought as <span class="bbc_u">my</span> cock is stroked.&nbsp; MY – that’s the key word.&nbsp; I’m willing to share and use and stuff, but it seems that what has come to reside between my legs is where it should stay.<br><br>“My, my, . . . we do seem to have reached the proper status quo, errr right Chloe?”&nbsp; The way I’m thinking about it is that I can let Chloe know she’s got 1st dibs on being fucked, that given my past, I know what will turn her on and our ‘third’ isn’t losing out, well, not totally.&nbsp; And, if I do say so myself, Mike as Mike has had way more time with it than others and that’s not right.<br></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-08-2020, 02:33:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Wit a brand new and hopefully temporary clit-dick borrowed from Mikey who’s Emmy but doesn’t want to be.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Emmy decides to give Circe’s cock a hand job. Or rather Mike’s cock. Something nags. Emmy doesn’t want to get it back the way me and Cirse have passed it one to the other. Why? She um he no he no yes! He’s not a gay hater but he definitely has always seemed averse to it. Is this? Maybe! So what can I do to make this ‘right’ by Mikey.<br><br>Instead of climbing onto the cock again, I drop down and lick the tip as Emmy strokes it. My heart reaches for the book. I will take this! The book seems to cooperate. I take more and more into my mouth. Eventually I reach up and take Emmy’s hand away and take it into my throat. Hold the book close to my heart. And pull back!<br><br><em>‘Yes!’</em> First success! Reach behind Circe for Emmy and push her hip so she’s on her back. And dive for her pussy with my mouth. Give her the best pussy lick I can manage as I truy to hold the cock in my throat instead of pusshing it into her. And then work my mouth up her slit to her clite and there! There I work her clit between my lips&nbsp; and slowly start to withdraw from the larger and larger clit until I lick the tip and there. She has it back! Or he! Or they. Whatever. Give it a good sucking but never go deep on it. Finally pull back and look up at her.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “There you go Emmy! Do you like this?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Slowly stroke the cock with my hand and watch her face.</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>26-08-2020, 06:11:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">%u25CF Mostly female, with his tool back.<br>%u25CF Wearing a white dress with wet spots.<br>%u25CF Self confident.<br>%u25CF Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via an imaginary inner door<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>%u25CF Can feel <del>Chloe's</del> Circe's cock.<br>%u25CF <em>Really</em> needs release.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I can feel Circe's pleasure mounting, literally, as the sensations from the 'community cock' are echoed in my synapses.&nbsp; She does seem to enjoy it on more than the just the physical level, who knew that our Circe had penis envy?&nbsp; Or maybe she doesn't, and just wants roll with it, to explore the situation.&nbsp; It makes sense though, she always was adventurous, much more so than myself, so it would be easy for her to embrace it.&nbsp; Chloe is the one who surprises me, giving Circe's enthusiasm a run for its money, but I guess it's true what they say about the quiet ones.<br><br>And just as if she heard my thoughts (which is possible if my inner door allows things to pass both ways), Chloe steps in to join the action by wrapping her lips around the shaft.&nbsp; Down she goes, moving my hand aside to take it deeper and deeper.&nbsp; It feels... strange.&nbsp; Not unpleasant, but different, and also less intense, which serves to keep me on the edge, preventing me from getting my long sought for release.<br><br>"Go on," I whisper, using my freed hand to knead Circe's other breast -- no sense leaving an appendage unused, "Go on..."<br><br>And go on she does.&nbsp; If feels like she has taken the whole cock in, balls and all.&nbsp; How does it even fit?&nbsp; And not gagging?&nbsp; That takes practice.&nbsp; Is there something you want to tell us Chlo?&nbsp; Unless...&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; Magic.&nbsp; Kind of cheating if you ask me, but then again, why not?&nbsp; Don't ask too many questions, just close your eyes and enjoy it...<br><br>Which I do.&nbsp; For a brief while at least, until a hand on my shoulder pushes me onto my back and a pair of lips latch onto my slit.&nbsp; My eyes snap open.&nbsp; The cock still feels enclosed in Chloe's mouth but isn't it attached to Circe?&nbsp; Before I can ask, Chloe's mouth finds my sensitive spot and I arch my back with a moan, and when I regain enough of my composure to look down, I see her pulling away from a familiar shaft in between my legs!<br><br>Yes!&nbsp; It's back!&nbsp; It even looks somewhat bigger than it used to, but maybe it's just in comparison to my more slender form.&nbsp; Though on the flip side: I don't know if Circe got to climax with it, but the stimulation cycle begins anew for me.&nbsp; Bummer.&nbsp; At least Chloe's hand feels nice on it.&nbsp; "Is anyone else feeling it," I ask, "or just me this time?"&nbsp; But before anyone can answer, I hear a voice from the hallway.<br><br>"Hi, I got your message.&nbsp; The door was unlocked so I...&nbsp; Oh my!"<br><br>With a little undignified eep, I grab a pillow and try to cover myself, or at least my crotch area, as I turn my head to find a blushing Wanda standing in the doorway.</span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 01:35:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Any juggler knows that you can’t juggle an even number of anything.&nbsp; It does not take a degree in mathematics to count up to four.&nbsp; The fourth being Wanda who has come forth (giggle, the night is like that—I find thinking ‘forth’ a stitch!)&nbsp; <br><br>But not much examination reveals that we are not tied up in the match scenario—each person has three before her.&nbsp; For the less sharp tacks, that is an odd juggle-able number.&nbsp; (I am not saying I have an all-words approved vocabulary.&nbsp; And I don’t have time to research the forms of juggle.)<br><br>Our girl who is the only one who started possessing a penis seems to tense when Wanda enters.&nbsp; I look at the pillow covering her one part and then up to her face with a <em>tsk-tsk</em> look.&nbsp; Perhaps I can get an award for Miss Congeniality: “Wanda.&nbsp; You came, you saw . . . you conquered(?).”&nbsp; <em>Giggle</em>&nbsp; “Or do you want to start slow and choose one only?&nbsp; Coming.&nbsp; Watching.&nbsp; Conquering.”<br><br>Next, I wonder if Chloe’s going to try to snatch the congeniality award.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; Maybe not. <br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>09-11-2020, 01:31:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Mostly female, with his tool back.<br>● Wearing a white dress with wet spots, covering crotch with a pillow.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via an imaginary inner door<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>● Needs release.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Wanda's entry was fully unexpected.&nbsp; Yes, I texted her the address, and asked her to come, but I expected her to ring from downstairs or, if admitted into the building, to knock.&nbsp; I never imagined her just walking in in the middle of...<br><br>I slide a hand under the pillow that covers my crotch, trying to pull the dress down over my throbbing erection, but the former is too close-fitting and the latter too prominent to make the concealment attempt work, so the pillow stays; hopefully, Wanda did not catch a glimpse of what it covers.<br><br>Circe quickly takes over the conversation.&nbsp; I used to tease her about that habit of hers but right now I am grateful for the distraction, it could give me some time to think of a more sustainable solution.<br><br>"I apologize," I hear Wanda say as my eyes dart around the room, trying to find something -- anything -- to work with, "I didn't mean to barge in in the middle of...&nbsp; You know..." Then she lowers her eyes to the pillow and pauses a little as if trying to find the right words for broaching a sensitive subject.&nbsp; "I thought I saw something..."&nbsp; Uh oh.&nbsp; "I..." I start but she quickly interrupts "It's perfectly fine!&nbsp; Several of my best friends are trans.&nbsp; It's just that you did such a good job with that dress, I could have sworn there was nothing there..."<br><br>"I'm not trans," I sigh.&nbsp; I don't want to lie, but how do you explain magic to a modern person without sounding crazy?&nbsp; Oh well, here goes...&nbsp; "And you would have been right because, when we were at the restaurant, there really was nothing there."&nbsp; I can see the confusion in her eyes.&nbsp; "So it's not real?" she asks tentatively, looking down to the pillow at my crotch.&nbsp; "A strap-on?&nbsp; Then why did you..."<br><br>"Oh no," I let out a short laugh.&nbsp; "It's real alright.&nbsp; Arguably the only part of me that is real."&nbsp; She probably thinks that I am batshit crazy by now, and maybe I am, but there is no turning back now.&nbsp; "You see Wanda, up until this evening I was a guy."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-12-2020, 22:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 4pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Sorta wanting my borrowed dick back, but it <strong>is</strong> Emmy’s, um Mikey’s!S.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Feeling adventuresome and extremely horny.</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">And the new chick is hot!.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Who the? Oh, the hostess from the restaurant who was giving Emmy the eye. And maybe hoping for more! Well, she may have found her opportunity. Emmy is explaining to her. And she looks skeptical.<br><br>Slide across the bed toward her.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’m Chloe, and that’s Circe. What Emmy said is all true. There’s a little black book around here somewhere that does things to us if we’re too loose in our thinking. That, um, that dick moves around, kinda like passing around a vibrator only um, different. But it doesn’t hurt, I’ve um, gotten it and it feels like it belongs but not really and it really works too!. So what do you say? Join us? Four’s one better than three the way we’ve been playing. And Emmy could use some kissing and touching.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I stroke her arm while she puzzles it all through, then brings her hand to mine and touches back.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Um okay, I’ll try. I can leave whenever I want, right? And leave the, um, the thing here?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Of course you can! Now you look so uncomfortable with all those clothes on. C’mon, let’s get you undressed for the occasion.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">She doesn’t resist as I start to help her off with her top. Take the opportunity to cop a feel.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Ooh, that felt, um, nice!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Bare to the waist, I help get her skirt off. She takes her panties off while I nibble her earlobe.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “That’s a really special dick! It’s, um, it’s hers but it, um, it likes to get around! You want it? I suggest you climb on and wish for it!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Um, what? Really?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">I shrug and give the now naked hostess an slight nudge toward the wonder dick.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Go ahead, it won’t bite. Well maybe not. Other things though …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Somewhere in magic space I think I can hear that book giggling!</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Al Terego</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 08:59:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Mostly female, with his tool back.<br>● Wearing a white dress with wet spots, covering crotch with a pillow.<br>● Self confident.<br>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; but can control the exposure via an imaginary inner door<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; which he is drawn to open.<br>● Needs release.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size"><br></span><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">I am not really sure about what I expected Wanda's reaction to be.&nbsp; Shock?&nbsp; Disbelief?&nbsp; I know I wouldn't have taken such a bold claim in stride, but she seemed quite unfazed by it.&nbsp; Though maybe seh feels that the prospect of getting it on with not just one but three hot girls (even if one of them is not really a girl) is worth humouring a preposterous claim or two.<br><br>It doesn't take long for Chloe to go on the offensive and soon, like the proverbial fool and his money, Wanda gets separated from her clothes.&nbsp; My gaze runs over her body.&nbsp; She is quite beautiful and she knows it, her bearing as relaxed and confident in nudity as if she was wearing an evening dress.&nbsp; But then, Chloe is not satisfied with just seducing Wanda.&nbsp; No, she begins actively encouraging her to take possession of my member, which is something that I have no intention of letting happen.&nbsp; So when she appears to have been talked into it, and reaches toward my crotch, I clutch the pillow even stronger.<br><br>"Oh no you don't!" I swat her hand away.&nbsp; "I just got it back and I am not letting go of it anytime soon"<br><br>She chuckles, a warm and melodic sound that feels genuinely sincere.&nbsp; "Now I know that you were telling the truth earlier.&nbsp; Only a guy would be so protective of his equipment.&nbsp; So," she turns her head to look at Chloe and Circe and then back at me, "were all of you guys, originally?"<br><br>I shake my head.&nbsp; "Only me.&nbsp; Circe and Chloe didn't change all that much physically -- more like a paint job compared to my complete renovation.&nbsp; I seem to be extra susceptible to the magic, to the point of being affected by their subconscious thoughts until I found a way to block it."<br><br>"Interesting..." her grin widens.&nbsp; "So those two are like Van de Graaff generators of magic and you're a lightning rod?"&nbsp; She starts reaching toward me again.&nbsp; "Don't worry, I don't want your dick for myself.&nbsp; Well, I kind of do, but not in that sense.&nbsp; It's been a while since I played with Ken and Barbie dolls, not to mention a Ken doll that looks more like Barbie.&nbsp; What say you stop your 'blocking' and we make things fun for you?"<br><br>"I..." I gulp.&nbsp; I don't think it's a good idea...<br><br>"Or," she purrs, sliding closer to Chloe and wrapping her arms around her, "I could just make out with Chloe instead..."&nbsp; She leans in and pulls Chloe into a long, sensual kiss.&nbsp; "And with," she disengages and turns toward Circe, beckoning her with a 'come hither' motion using two fingers rather than just one, "Circe, isn't it?&nbsp; I mean, I will make out with them anyway, but would you not want to be a part of it?"<br><br>Damn...&nbsp; I look at my friends, trying to make up my mind.&nbsp; Circe and Chloe wouldn't do anything to hurt me, and if worse comes to worst I could always put up my defences again.&nbsp; "Alright," I sigh, then close my eyes, conjuring the imaginary room, and before I can regret it, throw the door wide open.</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Black Book (Al, Jaclyn, Steffy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Steffy</strong> on <strong>25-02-2021, 21:36:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/76b7/x5nx8e3wrte3v7y6g.jpg)<br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">● Portal traveler<br>● Adopted by witches <br>● sometime nasty nurse<br>● uncertain witch experimenter<br>● Cosmo drinker<br>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br>● rebellious reactor <br>● titillated; titillating <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Are we at the point of taking a number?&nbsp; Four in bed and now our most ambiguous, Emmy, is in approach/avoidance mode.<br><br>BUT it would be and does turn out hard to resist Wanda.&nbsp; So avoidance is ended and approach is embraced by our Em.&nbsp; <br><br>Embraced?&nbsp; How do I know?&nbsp; Welllll, there is the look of Em spellcasting and even a shimmering area appearing—where one is to walk through I suspect.&nbsp; <br><br>It feels like the key is to not avoid, but slowly approach that spot.&nbsp; Don’t lead, not first toward the shimmering.&nbsp; Could be an imperfect spell.<br><br>I look at the three.&nbsp; Chloe may be accountant hesitant.&nbsp; Em is probably all for the ‘next’ given that it was her action that led to the door shimmer.&nbsp; And Wanda, well she’s what is called a protagonist. <br><br>So my plan is to get positioned by what is most likely an entrance, to go when someone proves it’s safe, AND don’t get left behind. I definitely don’t want to be left behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></span>
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