My Steamy Story: Melissa, a petite, svelte young witch in...

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Okay, so I have to spill the tea on this major crush I have on my foster mom, Jane. No cap, she’s this immortal sorceress—tall, ripped, total goddess vibes—and I’m just a flustered, petite witch-in-training who turns into a complete simp anytime she’s near. I thought I was hiding it so well, but girl, I was so wrong.

Last night, I was practicing a simple levitation charm in the library and totally biffed it. Books went flying. Before I could even yeet myself out of embarrassment, Jane was there. She just looked at me with this knowing smirk and was like, "Your energy is all over the place, Melissa. It’s… distracting." My whole face went red AF.

Then she stepped closer, her hand cupping my jaw, her thumb brushing my lip. "I know," she whispered, her voice all low and husky. "I feel it too." And then she kissed me. It wasn't gentle; it was hungry. Her tongue was in my mouth and one of her strong hands slid down to squeeze my ass, pulling me hard against the firm muscle of her thigh. I moaned into her mouth, my own hands fisting in her tunic. I was literally shaking. She broke the kiss, her eyes dark, and murmured, "Let's take this to my chambers. I want to taste that pretty little pussy of yours." I just nodded, high-key shook and so ready. The way she said it? Iconic. Period.