Young Man's Blues

“Ow!”

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. Please excuse me, I was in such a hurry and kind of out of it. Please accept my sincere apologies.” The most beautiful woman Brad had ever seen was holding his arms and smiling straight into his face

God, what a beauty, I am going to buckle up and talk to her. “God bodkins, no worries. Let my catch my breath, you are so beautiful.” Brad was dazzled.

“Well, thank you, Brad. It is Brad isn't it? Such a strong, good name. Gracious.”

Brad was suddenly sputtering and found it hard to put together a recognizable sentence. "What? How,” he sputtered, "did you know my name?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised Brad. I knew that you find me attractive as I have felt your vibe for a long time. You don't recognize me do you? My name is Taylor. Would you like to take me for a drink?"

Brad was speechless in disbelief. This kind of thing had never happened to him before and he was about to turn 30. He was a handsome man, but nothing really special and he was modest. He knew when he saw Taylor that he wanted her, but his lack of skill with charming the ladies made him hesitate. Now, here she was hustling him. Brad knew a lot of old adages, like "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" or "look before you leap." But he knew he had to say something. 

Taylor was smiling that smile. ”I would love to take you for a drink.” He gulped. “Is there a place you would like go."

 "Isn't that your favorite bar right there, Bad Man's Bluff?" she asked. "Uh, damn, yes, yes it is," he replied. "Great idea. May I buy you a drink at Bad Man's Bluff?" Brad finally found his ability to smile and brightened up the neighborhood in the early evening.

"Well, of course," replied Taylor.

Off they went, passing through the faux saloon doors modeled after those of the American West. Bad Man was a funny character. They had to stand still for a minute or two while their eyes adjusted to the dark. Bad Man's was a big box with tables in the middle and both small and large booths built into the three wall from the bar. The bar was a long golden piece of wood with an iron foot railing and two dozen red cushioned stools. Above the bar, spaced equally above an enormous long mirror were three animal heads---a Texas Longhorn, the stuffed head of a grizzly bear, and an extra large sized human skull with lit candles behind each eyeball socket. Taylor nodded approvingly and led Brad to a small booth tucked into one of the corners.

They sat down close to each other and Brad said, "what'll you have? They don't have wait people."

"Why that's outrageous," said Taylor, "but. I will take a Bunnahabhain Islay single malt. Thank you."

"What's up, mate?" the bartender asked as Brad approached the bar.

"You got Bunnahabhain Islay?"

"Has Mick Jagger got old age?" laughed the bartender.

"Two please, neat."

"You got it."

Brad sat back down at the table with two shot glasses and actually smiled at Taylor. "To new friends."

They clinked glasses and drank. Brad winced at the power of the Bunnahabhain. "Wow, you drink this stuff?' He asked with a sour look on his face.

"As much as I can. I think it stands high above all other single malts. One of my ancestors founded the distillery long ago. No one in the family would drink anything else."

Wow," exclaimed Brad. "So, Taylor, what do you do, if I may ask?"

"Glad you asked, Brad. I am a witch and I run around doing witchy things."

"Ha, ha, that' a good one," laughed Brad as he took another swipe at his shot glass.

"Uh huh," said Taylor and smiled a big smile at Brad. "Do you think I am attractive?"

Brad tensed up. He had had two girl-friends in his early 20's, both of whom were stunningly beautiful. In turn, he thought he was going to marry each of them. Both of them betrayed him in a very painful way and he remained hurt. He looked closely at Taylor and could see nothing but beauty---world class, breathtaking beauty. He froze, he didn't know what to say and felt that anything he said would turn out wrong and Taylor would disappear.

Brad pulled himself together and said, "OK, but first, I would like to hear a little bit about this witchy thing." Brad stunned himself with his boldness.

"Well, good on you Brad. Let me give you a little demo. After all, I know that you think I am beautiful but you need to know more about me, since I picked you Brad."

"What?' said Brad as his mission dimmed. His eyes involuntarily shut and his brain started swimming. Then, he opened his eyes and he found himself in his own apartment, on his very own sofa, with his shot glass in his hand and Taylor's left hand on his thigh, the inside of his thigh.

Slack-jawed, he looked at Taylor and squeaked."Taylor, what the hell?"

"Didn't you ask about witchy things, Brad? I thought about the Tower of London, but this is so much nicer don't you think. Now let's get back to just how attractive you think I am Brad.

.

“As you might guess, Brad, witches have a lot of power and can see a lot of things. I saw, or have seen, what happened with you and Carla and with you and Terry. I thought you were treated badly and did not deserve it. You are a good man, Brad, a handsome man. I like you very much.”

She smiled at Brad and ran her hand up his thigh. Brad jumped. When he turned to look at her she leaned into him and put a big, full kiss on his mouth. Then her tongue moved inside his mouth and her hand ran up onto his cock—-which was quite hard.

Brad was lost. He didn’t have time to be surprised as he was deep into the kiss and ultra-turned on by her hand rubbing him passionately. He couldn’t, didn’t and didn’t want to think. Taylor pulled him down on top of her, but he jumped up. He scooped Taylor up and carrying her quickly to his bedroom. She sighed, “Oh, Brad.”

He stood her beside the bed and started trying to unbutton her blouse, but his fingers were hopeless. She laughed, swatted away his hands and started unbuttoning her blouse. Her breasts were perfect, carried in a sheer lacy bra of gentle, erotic pink. “Brad, get your clothes off,” she said, grinning.

“Oh—-yeah,” he muttered and started undressing. The feeling inside his chest was almost bursting him

wide open. His cock was harder than it had ever been and standing up almost straight. With all that, he felt totally overwhelmed, Then, Taylor was standing naked in front of him, glorious in the sexiest, smoothest, most beautiful body he had ever seen. Putting his hands under he arm pits, he lifted and threw her, laughing, onto the bed. In one leap, he planted himself across her torso, grabbed hold of her left breast and started madly kissing.

Brad inserted his left forefinger in her vagina and gasped. She was wet, warm and wonderful. Never had he felt a woman so wet and was eager to get inside of her. As his cock slid happily into her pussy, he almost passed out. He was in heaven and pumping into her like a pile driver. Ecstasy came his way too quickly as he came and came and came. His mind went somewhere just out of reach when Taylor started to moan in orgasmic joy. God.

Sleep overcame Brad completely. No dream, just lost deep in the unconscious world of his mind. When he woke up, Taylor was lying next to him smiling.

“Like that?” Taylor smiled slyly. “I can see that you did, I did too. But, now comes the hard part.” Taylor’s teeth reformed into long, sharp looking like shark’s teeth. Brad yelped and pulled his knees up to his chest reflexively.

As he did that, Taylor grabbed his left foot and started eating it. Brad screamed in pain. He looked down and saw the witch vigorously chewing on his foot. He passed out. 

When he woke, the pain was gone and so was his foot. The foot was simply gone. Where his pants ended, so did his leg, then, nothing. In shock, he let out a mighty roar. “Shhh,” whispered Taylor, who was lying right by him, still naked, still beautiful, still as desirable as before. In fact, with the satisfied look on her face, maybe even more desirable. Brian, was in shock with a small flow of tears running down his face.

“Ah, Bradsy,” Taylor said with another captivating smile. Be brave. You have to pay the price and there is more to pay. You are a man and I hate men. However, I love turning them on, having gorgeous sex with them and then punishing them. And, I have a reason for that.”

“First of all, let me compliment you Brad. You felt really good inside me and you really pleased me sexually. I can hardly wait to do it again.” She reached over and stroked his limp cock.

“I was born in northwestern England, just north of Liverpool to a long line of witches dating back to the Queen of Elphen and beyond. I was a good witch helping farmers in times of drought, helping women with troubled child deliveries, helping young children with physical and mental difficulties, just doing good things all around. I was married to a handsome young man whom I loved and thought was wonderful. Eventually, I showed him that I was a witch. He was immediately overcome with fear and ran to the town constable who brought a Christian committee to our cabin. My husband came inside by himself and professed his love to me just before he knocked me out with an iron bar. The committee rushed inside gagged me, put a blindfold on me and tied my hands behind my back. Then they tied me very securely to a chair. Carrying me to the nearby river, they were singing Christian hymns, chanting and excited. We got to the river, the local priest gave a short sermon, said a prayer, and they thew me in the river.

I was totally terrified and angry. In fact, I was angry beyond words. How could my beloved husband have done this? What could I have done besides love him, give him fantastic sex, kept his house, our house, kept the vegetable garden, and fed us every day. I was the ideal wife and he never witnessed any witchcraft, good or bad. While I still enjoy sex, I hate men. The perfidy of men is overwhelming, galling, beyond redemption. It’s awful—-hate men, love sex.

She smiled at him as she reached down and started stroking his penis.Brad immediately thought, “no, don’t do that.”. Then it started feeling good. He reached over and begin fondling her breast, squeezing it, playing with the nipple. The he found his tongue in her mouth, circling her tongue and pressing hard on her lips. She pulled back her mouth and put it on his me mouth with her tongue darting in and out and around. That gave him an electric urge and he pulled her tight against him. They pressed together and he started feeling the heat. He rubbed his cock against her vagina, and then couldn’t take it any longer as he stuck the tip of his cock into her vagina and teased her with small, quick strokes. He forgot about his foot and shoved himself deep into the wet warmth of her eager pussyHe was lost. She was moaning and raising her hips against him. More, more, and then he came and so did she, but in a great roar of ecstasy.

“Oh god,” whispered Brad; “oh, Brad,” whimpered Taylor

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They rolled apart but were still touching. Taylor fondled Brad’s balls then started gently rubbing the inside of his thigh down towards his foot. “So good, Brad, but time to pay the price” she sighed and took his right foot into her mouth of sharp teeth. Brad screamed. He kept screaming and Taylor kept eating. It wasn’t long before Brad passed out.

After some time, he work up. One look down his legs for his feet yielded nothing. His scream brought Taylor to his side. “Hush, baby boy, it’s just two feet and you have had some terrific sex, no? And, guess what. You are going to have some more terrific sex.”

“Aren’t you, baby boy?” She said as she gave his cock a playful little tug.