It's not as if you noticed me. The shy one in the back. No trouble from me you'll ever see, so you never thought twice. About my gaze. My unblinking eyes as you taught me all you had to teach.

And then at night in my room, a special spell prepared for you. A spell of lust to make you see my feelings plain and true: A carved bees-waxen candle in the form of a man's erection.  Your erection. For you.  Prepared for three nights with lavendar oil, standing tall upon my flowered altar.  

And tonight I cast. "May nature's true and powerful Lust be now within that which I desire."  

I kiss the tip of the candle, and somewhere you are there. In the night.  In your bed. The tingle twinges delicious and immediate and true.

"And may the thought of my carnal self burn orange bright in your mind" as I light the candle tip. I hold the candle by its base as the first clear drips of hot wax drip. They slip over your candle's waxen ridge, and down it's shaft and touch the skin of my fingers that hold it.

 In your bed your heart begins to pound. You notice your imagination going wild, and then focusing on the memory and vision of... me.  How you realize the form of my body beneith the fabric of my shirt my skirt my underwear. How you feel the faintest drop of transparent heat seaping from your erection's tip. Slippery clear to guide and smooth your way.  Into me.

And just as you begin to ponder helping and stroking yourself

I blow out the candle and slip the hot waxen tip between my lips.

And SUDDENLY without warning, picturing me, your cock in your hand...

You explode.