My 20th Halloween started like any other. As a solitary witc..

My 20th Halloween started like any other. As a solitary witch I had rituals and such planned for the night. Just me, myself, and whatever spirits I conjured up. I just needed to make a quick trip to the store for pizza rolls. Hey don’t judge I was just 20 and loved those little bites of lava. At the store I run into a lady, Sonya, who was also a witch. Chatting about our Samhain plans she invited me to join in with her coven for their celebration. I’ve been brought up in the craft and I was always told to stay away from covens, no reason other they are just full of drama and power plays. I was a 20-year-old woman confident in my witch abilities, excited and eager to show them off for someone other than myself. Learning that the dress code was ritual robes and whatever you wanted to wear underneath I of course chose a black dress with orange and black stripe thigh high socks. I wanted to look my witchy best. Wow. The place was on private land that was magically beautiful. A huge bonfire was being built up while we snacked and chatted about the craft. I noticed several men, all super good looking. Like unnaturally good looking. This one guy, wow. Till this day all I can say is wow, if he would have turned out to be Satan, I would have sold my soul. My excitement built as I learned they were witches also, then male witches were few and far between. Darkness. Lit bonfire. An excellent ritual took place, afterwards we were dancing around the bonfire, as witches do. Sonya suggested we all strip to dance nude. I was shy and decided it was time to leave BUT he stood before me. “Stay and dance with me,” he whispered in my ear. Hell, yes I stayed. I’m shy not stupid. “Let me help” he offered and proceeded to remove all my clothing except the socks. One sock had slipped down to my ankle, he bent down and slowly worked that sock back up and onto my thigh. He then slowly ran his hand down the length of that sock, from thigh to the toe. I have never felt more sexy and powerful as I did in that moment. Holy fuck, ya’ll! Fuck, I just realized that was it, that was the moment. Up until then I liked long socks after that moment, I craved them. Dancing then more dancing. I found that when we drifted apart during the dancing he would always find his way back to me. To me, this short and awkward as hell witch! He did leave me to go add more wood to the bonfire when he returned he lifted my hand to his lips and laid the most gentle kiss on my fingers. Yep, ya’ll if I would have had panties on at that moment they would have dropped. “Would like to help me raise a demon?” he asked. I looked down at his demon. “Hell yes I will raise a demon!” I reply. Okay, not going to lie I may have stuttered when I said that. He takes my hand and leads me away from the others. After we are almost out of sight of every one, he turns toward me, then begins naming demons he had been studying and on and on he went. Ya’ll this jerk wanted me to help him try to raise an actual demon! What the hell? I turned, walked back to the fire, gathered my clothes and left. But where’s the sin I promised you ask? Hold on, I had to build up to it. I decided to drive home by way of the local cruise strip. I’m at a red light, mad as hell when a honking horn demands my attention. Beside me was a big pickup truck, the passenger was motioning me to roll my window down. I rolled down my window, that’s when I saw the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. “Want to ride around with us?” no I didn’t I was horny and mad as hell. “No, but I wouldn’t say no to riding you.” He did not hesitate to wave bye to the driver, jump out of the truck, and into my car. And that is how I met my first husband. No I’m just kidding, I never even asked his name. I wonder if he still thinks of the witch that rode him like a broom all night?