New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... boobs then closed the shirt. He patted my thigh. “Can you stop making me wet in good jeans? Now I need to change,” I sighed. Dallas glanced at my jeans. “They look like they’re spray-painted on,” he said. I stood up and pressed my lips against his ear. “One of the reasons I’m not wearing panties.” And I was serious. Of course with his goofiness, Dallas reached down and massaged me ass, swiftly lifting his eyebrows in realization. “Not afraid to go commando.” He winked at me. “Oh, I know,” I smiled like an innocent little girl. “Walk me out?” Dallas draped an arm around my waist, tucking me to his hip. He made me feel so small—but, in a good way. I came up a bit higher than Dallas’s shoulder, but he secured me under his strong arm like I was 5’2. (A relationship with a 6’4 guy when I was only 5’2 didn’t sound all that bad.) We walked out of the bedroom, then crossed over to the front door. “Hey, don’t trash my house. I’m walking her back.” “Bye, hoe,” Bear jokingly said. “Bye, Lavagirl.” Bull winked at me. “It was nice meeting you,” Magnus smiled as he pulled his hair out of his ponytail. His hair was too beautiful! “Magnus, can we switch hair?” I watched him rake his fingers through it. “No, I worked hard for this.” He smiled then said, “But I always wanted teal hair.” I did an exaggerated hair flip with my shoulder. Dallas shut the door and we walked back to the dorms. Or, by “walk” I mean we raced. He gave me one last peck and sent me upstairs. I grabbed all of my candles, ...

... sage, then sprinted off to Ria. 200. ==== I was in the ring of oaks I’d last cast the circle. Automatically, I heard a rustle in the nearby bush, then a grumpy “Ei-ya-eee” sound. That was Boing who had decided to follow me out of the Dorms. I bent down and picked her up, brushing the leaves off of her white body. “Bubba, you can’t follow me everywhere. And I just gave you a bath,” I giggled. She sneezed in my face. “Ya know, you sum up my life: a bit gross, interesting, and messy.” I gently put her against an oak, knowing she wouldn’t run off without me. My bag had the candles, and the sage, and the lighter inside, so, I got to work. Since it worked perfectly and sent chills running down my spine, I decided to call Spirit again—it seemed like the right thing to do. After putting all of the candles in their places, I stepped to the middle of the circle and took a deep breath. Inhale, exhale. In and out. Take, give. The chilly night felt amazing, even more amazing since I could feel an oncoming storm. From reading all ten of those thick books, I had learned that casting a circle on a Full Moon was most effective; it was a ritual after all. Also, I memorized a few poems and passages, all enough to keep me calm and let me glide through the circle. I was just about to start when Boing let out a little sneeze. “Shh, I need full, 100% concentration,” I hissed. She gave me what looked like a chinchilla eye roll then curled up in a little ball. I cleared my throat then lit the dried ...