Sex Magic: The Voyeur Spell
By
Kali Lowe
Sex Magic: The Voyeur Spell
Copyright 2012 Kali Lowe
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Sex Magic: The Voyeur Spell
David felt he needed a positive change in his life. That's why he decided to learn about black magic.
Actually, it was mostly Annette's idea. She insisted that he had the old eastern European blood, and if anyone could do it, he could. He wasn't sure how she figured that. He was dark haired and dark eyed, and average in almost every way. A fact that had been made abundantly clear by his attempts at entering the dating world over the years.
He didn't have that problem with Annette. She was cute in a way that most people didn't notice, with shaggy blonde hair that just came down to her jawline, and a curvy, feminine figure that she usually hid by dressing like a boy. But he was around her enough to notice. And he certainly did notice.
Okay, so he might have had a little crush. But she was also his best friend. He would never do anything to threaten that.
She met him at their usual place, an independent coffee shop. She was dressed in her favorite jeans, which were rather the worse for wear and had more than a few rips. She wore a short, beat-up leather jacket over a white tank top. She threw herself down next to him in the booth and dropped a book on the table with a loud bang. People stared, then went back to their coffee and bagels.
David examined the book. Dust rose in the wake of its fall. It was bound with black leather and embossed with large, fancy letters that he could not quite make out. Its pages were yellowed with age. He would like to have been able to say that it exuded evil, but no. It appeared to be just a book.
"So you got it," he said.
She nodded. "Yup. My friend came through. Said this was the real deal. Like, found hidden in the attic of a two hundred year old house left by a dead relative. Gotta be the only copy." She leaned close and whispered conspiratorially. "It's supposed to really work. If a person who still has a trace of the old blood reads the words of the spells out loud, and projects his will, then magic will happen."
He was skeptical. "How does it know what your blood is?"
"I don't fucking know. That's what makes it magic."
He shrugged. "Well... want to try it?"
She grinned. "Yeah. Here's a good one." She flipped the book open and turned to a page with a corner folded down. The writing was spidery and difficult to make out, like someone had been trying to write it in a fancy style but also had arthritis. He leaned forward, trying to make out the heading on the page.
"On Evading the Awareness of Mortals," he read.
"Yup. Makes you invisible. Well, no." She leaned close to him to peer at the book. He was conscious of her side pressed against his as they both tried to read. "Okay, not invisible. People can see you and hear you, but they... won't be aware of it. Their minds ignore it and find some other explanation."
"That's weird."
She shrugged, then pointed out a block of text written in large letters. "Try it. Read this exactly, and um... exert your will. You know."
He wasn't sure he did, but he studied the words carefully, going over them in his head. Then he read them out loud, slowly and carefully, and... well, he wasn't sure how to "exert his will," but he tried to really mean them.
He looked up. Annette looked puzzled. Nothing had happened.
"So, um." He flipped the book closed and pushed it away. "That was fun, I guess. What should we do now?"
Annette stared at the book, her mouth dropping open.
"Annette?"
"David... if you're still here... that fucking worked. Holy shit."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not that stupid, Annette." He nodded to a pretty woman passing by the table. "Hey there!"
She ignored him. Well, honestly, that didn't prove anything. He slid past Annette, stood up, opened his wallet, and pulled out a bill. "Five bucks to the first person to raise their hand!" He looked around. "I'm serious! Anyone at all! Anyone?"
There was no response. No one even glanced in his direction. He let the bill fall to the ground. A kid saw it land, gasped, and scrambled across the floor for it.
"David!"
He looked at Annette. She had the book open again and was pointing at a block of text. She glanced to her side as though he were still sitting there. "Read this to cancel it. Please. You're freaking me out."
He sat back down and read the words. Annette jerked back, her eyes wide. "Holy shit. That fucking worked."
He stared back at her. "It did, didn't it?"
She nodded, then turned back to the book. "You or anything in your possession can't be observed for as long as the spell holds. It really makes you essentially invisible. Only, you know, not really."
"Right." A voyeur spell. This had possibilities.
This had a lot of possibilities.
"Annette," he said, "I'm going to study this. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" He snatched up the book and headed for the door without waiting for a response.
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And that was how he found himself in Annette's apartment that night, watching her watch TV, with her completely oblivious to her presence. It was hour two and he was about to doze off. He was beginning to think he should've just invited himself over properly and done the same thing he was doing now, only he would have actually been able to talk to her.
But he was curious. "Perversely curious" was the proper turn of phrase, he supposed. Annette never talked about a boyfriend or anyone special in her life. He wanted to know if there was anyone. He wanted to know what she did with herself when they weren't hanging out.
And if he got to see her naked at some point, well... she would never know.
It made him feel a bit guilty. She was his friend, after all. But, as the internet (and Youtube comments in particular) had proved, people will do strange and crazy things when they know that no one they know will ever realize they did it. And the temptation was just too strong. She fascinated him. He wanted to know everything about her, but he was always too afraid to ask.
Then he was startled back to full awareness by the sudden realization that Annette had her hand down the front of her jeans.
He sat up, looking closer. Yes, her hand was definitely shoved right down there, moving slowly underneath the worn denim as she kept her eyes on the TV. He watched, enthralled, trying to imagine what she was feeling. Were her hands down her panties too, or outside them? Was she feeling the shape of her folds through cotton fabric, or was she stroking her bare pussy lips, parting them with her fingers, feeling the wetness within? He shivered faintly, and his cock hardened. Was she going to do this right here in her living room, right in front of him?