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Subject: {ASSM} Magerotica 1: The Bookshop by Yasmine (Intro, Short, Magic, No Sex)
Date: Sat,  1 Dec 2001 09:10:05 -0500
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Magerotica 1: The Bookshop by Yasmine (Intro, Short, Magic, No
Sex)

NOTICE: This story contains discussions of same gender sexual
fantasies and elements of magic. If you are under the age of 18
or are offended by such material, DO NOT READ FURTHER. This is a
work of fantasy and is not meant to condone the belief in the
supernatural nor is it meant to encourage unsafe sex.

This story is copyright 2001 by Yasmine. All characters and
events are fictitious.

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`I have got to be out of my mind' Jarred thought to himself.
`That's the only possible explanation. I've completely lost it.'

Still, his heart raced with excitement at the prospect that the
old man might be right. After all, he'd been right about
everything else. The old man knew exactly what Jarred had been
thinking about when he wandered into that tiny little bookshop
hidden away in the alleyway, or at least was thinking about in
the back of his mind. It was uncanny how he seemed to know
Jarred's secret fantasies and desires, calling him a "kindred
spirit." The old man had gone to a shelf behind the counter
containing obviously antique books, selected one and handed it to
Jarred.

"I've marked one page which I think you will find useful," he
said with a slight smile and a twinkle in his eye.

Jarred carefully opened the book to the page the old man had
marked with a piece of paper with several notes on it. The text
in the book was in English, but a very formal or old English that
made it difficult to read. However, the title of the page was
clear enough.

`Spell for the Summoning of Incubi.'

Jarred looked up at the old man with a shocked and incredulous
look in his eyes.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" he asked.

The old man just smiled.

"That's pretty much what I said when the previous owner of this
store gave it to me," he said. "But believe me, it reallyworks!"

"You're full of shit!"

"Hey," the old man continued, still smiling. "If you don't
believe me, take it home and try it out. No charge. Just bring it
back if you still think I'm full of shit. But I don't think you
will. Especially if it works for you they way it has for me."

Something about the way the old man said that piqued Jarred's
curiosity. He had noticed that as the old bookseller had been
talking that he had adjusted his pants as if he was getting a
hard on.

"Even if I didn't think you were trying to bullshit me, I'd still
have a couple of questions," Jarred said.

"Shoot."

"First, what the hell is an incubi?"

"Have you ever heard of succubae?"

Jarred had to admit that, while he thought he had heard the word
before, he couldn't remember what it was.

"Succubae are female demons that sustain themselves by seducing
mortals and absorbing the energy created by their sexual acts.
Incubi are the same thing, only male. VERY male."

Jarred's jaw hung open with disbelief. He stammered trying to
come up with a response but couldn't think of anything. The old
man smiled again.

"What part did I shock you with this time?" he asked. "The demon
part or the suggestion that you would want to have sex with
another man?"

Jarred immediately became defensive.

"Hey! I don't want... I mean I don't like... I'm not..."

"Well, at least you weren't shocked by the demon part." The
bookseller gently put a hand on Jarred's shoulder.

"It's all right," he said softly. "There's nothing wrong with
wanting to broaden your sexual experiences. I use that spell all
the time and thoroughly enjoy every minute of the incredible sex
I have. Plus, it's a hell of a lot safer than cruising the bars
or Internet."

"Safer!" Jarred pulled away from the old man. "How can you call
summoning a demon safer?"

The old man never stopped smiling.

"No awkward moments the morning after, no worrying about
emotional attachments, no unwanted phone calls, no weird
stalkers. Just plain, incredible fucking."

"Oh yeah, nothing to worry about, no price," Jarred said. "Just
your soul! No thanks!"

The old man giggled.

"Incubi and succubae are minor demons at most. They don't feed
off your soul or anything like that. They just absorb the ambient
energy created during sex. Besides, they spell allows you to
control them, so they can't do anything to harm you."

The bookseller took the tome from Jarred and opened the page to
the spell again and pointed to the paper with the extensive notes
on them.

"I've made extensive notes on the spell over the years, learning
something every time I used it."

"How many times has that been?"

"Oh, I've lost count. But that," the old man said pointing to a
small stain on the page. "Is where I shot my load one time after
getting the best fucking blow job that I've ever had."

Jarred still couldn't quite wrap his mind around the idea, but
when he saw the stain on the page, his pants started getting
tighter as his own hard on grew more and more. In fact, it grew
to the point that the bookseller noticed.

"I'd love to help you out with that pocket monster you've got
growing there, but maybe you'll find something in here that will
work better." With that, he handed the book back to Jarred. "Take
it with you. I've even marked a page where you can summon a
succubus if you want that instead. If you don't like it, bring it
back and we'll be even. However, if you do like it, come back and
we'll discuss the price. Believe me, it will be veryreasonable."

Jarred cautiously took the book.

"But, won't you want it?"

"I've been using it so long, I've got it memorized."

Jarred smiled now himself. He tried to imagine the old man
fucking some hot demonic lover. The old guy was in pretty good
shape for his age, and probably was pretty good looking a in his
prime. But he just couldn't see it.

"Sure, what the fuck," Jarred said.

The old man hadn't even wanted to take down Jarred's address and
phone, saying that he knew that Jarred would be back, either to
return the book or to thank the old man. He sounded pretty
confident that Jarred was a trustworthy man.

As Jarred approached his apartment building, his excitement built
even more. He felt just like he was returning home from the porn
shop with a hot, smutty magazine; eager to get home so he could
start masturbating as soon as possible. But, if the old man was
telling the truth, this was going to be much better than any
Penthouse fantasy he had ever read. As he reached the elevator,
he thought ahead to the remainder of the evening. First, he'd
take a shower and shave, then he'd get into his blue silk boxers
and perform the spell in the living room. If all went well, he'd
spend the night living out his most secret fantasy; fucking and
sucking another man's cock.

As he opened the door to his apartment, he smiled and thought to
himself, `I'd better hurry. I've got a date!'

End of Magerotica 1.

NEXT: The Summoning

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This is my first posting to this board so comments, criticisms
and questions are welcome. Please e-mail me at <a
href="mailto:YasmineCD@aol.com">YasmineCD@aol.com</a>. I will try
to respond to every e-mail as soon as I can.


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