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The voice turned harsh as the twelve beautiful imps looked up at me and morphed into tiny hags with fiery eyes. “But if you wish to escape all retribution,” it said loudly, “there is one thing you must do.” “Name it,” I said calmly. I big think I sounded calm. OK, I could barely say it I was shaking so hard in fear. The imps returned to their tiny, naked beauty and said in a single, very sweet voice, “All we ask is that you publish the story of what has occurred here tonight on your normal story sites with the rest of your Halloween stories. Then when women read it, they will believe in us... if even for just a second.” There was a pause and then the voice continued. “And if they are even slightly turned on by your story or other stories they have read, we will know, and we can appear, just like we did here.” There was a tiny giggle and the voice of just one of them added, “We might not make ourselves visible, but we will be there.” One of the imps– I think one of them from the circle– jumped, or flew, mature or rematerialized onto my left shoulder. “Just think of it,” she said in her tiny voice as she tugged on my earlobe. “Women will be sitting there reading your story and will public suddenly feel a tiny hand or tongue on their nipples.” Another imp popped up onto my right shoulder. “Or if they are lying down while reading,” she said, “We will be able to sample the nectar their arousal is creating.” The two of them then said firmly, in unison, “You WILL publish what happened.” The remaining ten morphed back into their scary hag personae and added loudly, “. WON’T YOU?!!!” “Ye... ye... yes,” I stammered back and they all disappeared. That was it. There was no snap or boom or sound of any kind. They all just turned to mist and quietly evaporated from the air. That’s what happened. I wrote down everything later outdoor that day... much later, after Annie and I finally got out of bed. I really didn’t want to publish the story, though, because I truly believed what the imps had told me and I didn’t want to make them real to all the females– and perhaps males– who read my stories. I knew my story would release them on the world, but every time I went to delete it from my computer, one of the imps would suddenly appear on my keyboard wagging her finger at me. In fact, recently, one even floated up in front of the screen and pointed to my “Ready to Publish” folder. Sorry, Ladies, maybe I’m a coward– at least when it comes to magical creatures– but I am going to relent and move this story to my Ready to Publish folder. And when it gets closer to Halloween, I will submit it to my story sites. I can’t help it that my writing can sometimes make something so believable that it seems real. I’m sorry– I really am– if you are now tits feeling strange little hands on your nipples and tiny little tongues farther down. I didn’t want to do it, and besides, it’s too late now. You’ve already read the story and the imps became real to you even if for just a moment. That’s all they really need. There is nothing you can do, so keep calm. They mean you no harm. They only want to feast on your sexual energy, but to do that they have to take you higher than you have ever been before. Enjoy them while they are here. I wince a little when one of my balls gets squished on her pelvic bone on a thrust into her. He affixed it to her head gently enough, but she couldn’t get over the humiliation of it all. I grinned, picked her up and set her on the work bench. Grant me strength, as I go out from here, to do your bidding. “Do you like him, big and not just like a friend, but how a woman really likes a man and wants more?” Gina asked. It didn’t take long for us to get in sync. Amy stood up and lent against the rail on the patio facing the ocean and beckoned me to take her from behind. The stove had one working burner, the freezer was broken and there was no food in the house. Nellie had a scarf with her and put it over her lap and moved Jimmy’s hand to lay under it. James stared expectantly, waiting for an answer. How smug they must feel to have bested me, seeing as everyone seems to hate me so outdoor much. So her devious little mind said "game on" and devised a plan public to torture him... That bitch could eat a dick. I finally feel like a man. I found something that I’m useful for, I have a good, young, hard prick that won’t cum too fast or get soft at the wrong time. She had a shaved twat, her shaft thrusting from those pink folds beading with her juices. He finished unbuttoning and her dress was hanging completely open. “You’re cumming, and I’m cumming mature too! The last time I screwed her she was over sixty and still loved it. “Absolutely! “Hi, come in,” Ryan said, “darling, I invited our neighbours. My brother was actually kneeling down, just two meters away and tits eating out my Mom's moist Gash, right there in front of me.