The Curse

Christina Shine showed up at Anissa Kate’s apartment with her heart pounding and her stomach tight. The French medium opened the door in a simple black slip that left very little to the imagination—full breasts swaying under the thin fabric, dark nipples already showing through. She took Christina’s hand and led her to the living-room altar. Two black candles flickered beside a stack of tarot cards. Anissa shuffled and asked Christina to cut the deck. One glance at the spread made the medium shake her head. “She’s been unfaithful.” Christina’s face went white. Anissa touched her wrist. “I need to see further.” She laced their fingers together and they shut their eyes. The room fell silent except for the slow drip of melted wax. Outside her body, Anissa drifted through Christina’s future and found herself inside it—on her own bed, mouth open under Christina’s tongue, their legs tangled, her heavy, natural breasts crushed against the blonde’s softer pair. Christina’s fingers slid lower, found Anissa already wet, and the vision pulsed hotter: sixty-nine, tongues working in rhythm, Anissa’s wide hips rocking against Christina’s eager mouth. When Anissa opened her eyes again her pupils were huge. She smiled. “Your girlfriend isn’t cheating. You’ll be very happy.” Then she leaned across the table and kissed Christina—slow, deep, tasting the lie on her tongue. Christina gasped but didn’t pull away. Anissa drew her onto the couch, pulled the thin straps of her own slip down so her breasts spilled free, and guided Christina’s lips to one stiff nipple. They undressed each other between kisses. Naked, Anissa straddled Christina’s face, lowering her slick pussy onto waiting lips while she bent to bury her own mouth between Christina’s thighs. They rocked together, licking and sucking, the candles painting their bodies in shifting gold until both women came hard, Anissa’s plush curves trembling above Christina’s flushed face.