In Les Spirites City, the red sun rises. The scent of hot coffee fills the kitchens of roughly several thousand Californian households.
A red-haired woman files into her own car, as do hundreds of others in the city. She’s fair-looking, somewhat ethnically neutral at a distance, wears a nice suit dress, has shapely legs and sharp-looking high heels.
Before leaving her home, she gives her girlfriend a smooch. Then tears down a CA highway in her SUV along other CA drivers: blazingly fast.
She files into her workplace building with others, instantly migrates to the breakroom where she meets a lesbian co-worker and grabs her second cup of coffee for the day. Others greet her by name: “Hi Kim.”
Up close, it’s clear Kim is English descent with slight Hispanic or native ancestry. This gives her an exotic appearance, a certain x-factor. She drives men “mad” with her figure, but only lesbians ever go the distance with her – been that way, since highschool.
Before the morning meeting, she espies the other lesbians and chats with them briefly.
Their boss was a dark-haired woman with a nose like a hawk and a sharpness to her eyes. Her name is “Prudence.” She is the start of Kim’s bad day.
After the meeting, she chews out Kim on late reports.
Kim looks at Prudence with mild dismay. Prudence makes terse remarks and leaves.
Kim ponders Prudence’s words with mild resentment.
Prudence drives in more trenchant remarks a few hours later.
Anger grips Kim.
She drives home, in the furious style of Californians getting off of work.
Her girlfriend is out. She trounces upstairs and strips to her grey underwear. Kim leans back against her closet door and sighs. Prudence crosses her mind, her sigh becomes a mild huff.
She opens her closet and withdraws a large book with a leather cover; it has symbols on it, signs of aging. She opens the book to the index and searches. Her eyes lands on “Cunnilingus’s Curses.” Kim’s rosy lips twists with slight satisfaction. She is not a particularly vindictive person.
But she is a lesbian witch. She prefers sorceress, but “witch” works, too.
She lights candles, draws a marking on the linoleum floor of her kitchen, and recites a spell in ancient dead languages.
Prudence on the second floor of her home feels a chilly breeze. She strips down for the night, revealing a form pleasing and lean.
She lies in bed.
The air shifts. A shadow crosses into the room.
Prudence feels something warm on her vaginal area. It was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Her eyes shift with a start to her nether region. A mouth, a woman’s, expertly works on her clitoris.
Her entire body starts with concern, moon light shines through the window, revealing… it’s impossible.
She gazes into the eyes of… herself?
Prudence props herself up and sees a woman, identical to her in every respect.
Doppelgänger Prudence gives her cunnilingus with incredible focus. Prudence moves as though to displace her vagina from her doppelgänger. Her doppelgänger lightly grips her clitoris with her mouth. Prudence feels her entire body stop with a slight wave of pleasure. The doppelgänger holds her until Prudence collapses briefly and releases her grip. She goes steadily to work on Prudence’s vagina. She applies lips, tongue, she pushes, rubs, licks, and sucks Prudence’s nether region.
It seems a dream. Prudence feels no alarm, just pleasure cresting in her loins. What she could say to anyone when she awoke from this dream? That she gave herself oral sex?
She groans slightly. She’s trapped by herself.
Prudence’s mouth parts with pleasure.
Minutes later, she moans from the extreme pressures building up in her.
Her double looks at her intently, her mouth and Prudence’s loin are as one.
Prudence lets out a slight cry and burst.
Her doppelgänger stands in the doorway and looks at her before disappearing.
Prudence pants. Her chest heaves. She debates calling the police; but what she would she say? She drifts off to sleep in confusion. It’s a dream; it had to be.
The next day, she arrives to work bemused. She looks over her calendar. Wisely, she would have left Kim alone. But she leaves Kim with a trenchant remark on her work performance the other day.
Kim looks at her retreating with mild disappointment.
Back home in her kitchen, Kim disrobes, lights candles. She recites the words to the Cunnilingus charm. She says them once, she says them twice.
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Prudence lies back in bed. She dozes off to sleep when a familiar pair of lips massages her vaginal region again, bringing her back to a waking state. Her doppelgänger’s back.
Prudence tries to move away (again). The lips gently but firmly grip her clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure that saps her resistance away. She collapses slightly, as her double’s lips massages her vulva and clitoris again and again.
Prudence collapses slightly again, panting. But the doppelgänger’s lips move back to her vaginal zone.
Again?
Her double completes another exploration of her vaginal cavity with her mouth.
The pleasure grows more intense, her breasts are slick with sweat. She falls back onto her bed upon her second climax. This time, her doppelgänger leaves.
Prudence shows up to work the next day irritated. She gulps down coffee. She combs back a loose strand of hair. Last night was confusing; she concludes she had sex with herself, in a dream.
She drops two sharp, critical remarks to Kim as she passes.
Kim rests her own distinctively attractive head on her arms. She then looks up as if to say “if that’s how you want it.”
At home, in her kitchen, Kim utters the incantation of the cunnilingus spell, once, twice, thrice. Her spell doesn’t have a nefarious goal; it simply folds Prudence’s penned-up frustrations back unto herself; given time, she’d realize that Kim is not the true source of her frustrations.
By this night: Prudence senses regularity in her nightly experiences. So, she leaves on her underwear.
The presence returns. Delicate fingers, woman’s fingers, deftly slides off her underwear like it was nothing. The Prudence doppelgänger plants her lips on Prudence’s vagina, infusing supernatural pleasure that disarms Prudence’s resistance.
For an hour, her double makes love to her vaginal zone.
Prudence bursts.
The doppelgänger continues to pleasure Prudence.
A second hour passes, her double brings her to another climax; she applies lips to Prudence vaginal zone again and again.
Prudence does not speak for first two hours, but her trance relaxes briefly so she could moan with disbelief: “again?” The cunnilingus charm then grips her and she is entranced by her double again.
Her thighs shine with sweat and her breast heaves. She climaxes again after a third hour.
She passes out.
Kim is tired as she rolls into work.
Prudence walks in disheveled.
As Kim presents her reports, in her office, Prudence seems not to be aware that Kim exists. When Kim concludes her reports, Prudence breaks from her reverie and says, “thank you, Kim.” A change comes over her.
The rest of the day, she treats Kim no differently than others.
A change comes over Kim, too. The spell works. Prudence finally concludes that Kim is not the source of her frustrations.
Kim returns home and shelves her witchcraft book, putting an end to:
The Cunnilingus Hex.
Her girlfriend slides into bed with her, they clasp hands, and drift off into a deep sleep.
From the creative of commons of lesbian writings.
Penned by Erin Grey, Kelly Grace. Shared with their expressed permission.
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