Voodoo Queen (Jack-O-Lanterns 3)

Jack-O-Lantern: Voodoo Queen
Lia Connor
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Copyright ©2006 Lia Connor
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Marie sat on her balcony in the warm, humid night air of New Orleans and leaned back in a wrought-iron chair, daydreaming of le sexe. Fucking. Making love. That night she was just in the mood for a tussle between the sheets, up against a wall, on the floor, you name it. All she lacked was a partner, and, she thought to herself, it wasn't unreasonable to expect that she could find one. After all, she was easy on the eyes, no?

Ah, but le sexe… Marie closed her eyes in imagined bliss. To have her slim legs wrapped around a strong male back, thrusting her heels into his muscles as he pounded into her pussy, mmm, that was a sweet dream. She would listen to him gasp and moan in French as he fucked her, rough and dirty words about how wet she was, about the cream that soaked her cunt, and how silky-tight she felt inside. She would drive him crazy, the man she wanted to make love with.

She didn't know who this man would be, so she didn't put a face to him. But if she had her way he would be handsome, oh yes, and have a pair of lips very much worth the kissing.

Marie planned on having a fine night.

All she needed was a willing participant. And this was New Orleans, no? If no one came along looking for her, she'd go down to the clubs. Dressed up in her finest "come fuck me" clothes, she'd definitely find what she wanted.

Wait a minute, child, a voice sounded in her head, waking Marie from her daydream. You won't need to go out tonight.

"I won't?" Marie asked in mild curiosity, stretching her legs. "But it's such a good evening for a trip down to the party zone."

The Halloween night was warm and balmy, the weather unseasonably fine for this time of the year. From her balcony in the rebuilt French Quarter, Marie could drink in the humid midnight air and savor the smells, the sights, the sounds of nearby Bourbon Street.

You can't stop the party for long in the Big Easy, no matter how the hurricanes come and go, the voice 'said' in satisfaction as Marie took a sip of her red wine. The last sip, it drained her glass.

She toyed with the idea of reaching for more. Best to keep a clear head, the voice warned her. Someone's on his way. Even now, he's finding the directions to your house.

Marie spoke aloud, as she always did to her unseen guest. "Someone who wants a little voodoo magic?"

What else?

"Tell me about this man. Please." Marie toyed with the stem of her wineglass. "Is he handsome?"

To die for.