Just One Wish
I’ve finally finished all my chores for today. Living in a house full of men, sucks. Their expectations is for me to be cook, cleaner and washing machine on auto pilot and still bring home a wage. My life sucks. They just sit around playing their computer games, watching sports, passing wind and shouting orders: Where’s, my dinner, my beer, my socks, the remote - Have you seen my-this or my-that. Don’t men have eyes too? Sure see good enough to watch the match and play with their toys. One day things are going to be different up in here.
She comes to the lake looking troubled every day. Yet this time it’s different, she looks desperate. Maybe now is the time for me to make my move, break this accursed fate. “Hello my dear,” I called from the concealment of the bushes. I saw fear in her eyes. “Please don’t be afraid, I’m a troll and I live here. I see you every day. Today you look so sad. I had to break my silence.” I saw the fear replaced by curiosity.
“Come out, let me see you!”
“I’m afraid the sight of me may frighten you away. I’m not a pretty sight.”
“Let me be the judge of that.”
“Okay, here goes,” tentatively I moved the branches and step forward. She tried to hide the recoil in her eyes. “It’s fine, I know how people see me that’s why I live here.” Her eyes soften. I see empathy. Moving closer, “tell me what’s wrong.” Years of frustration came pouring out in one afternoon. We met every day for 6 months. Her moaning about her life; me listening.
Finally I pluck up the nerves to tell her, “I can help you change your life.”
“How can you?”
“If you make love to me I can grant you one wish. I can give you a potion that will make the ordeal a lot easier, if you’d like - sorry maybe the thought…”
“No, I’ll think on it.”
Things must have been particularly bad as she came trumping up to me demanding the potion. She was naked in a flash.
Legs wide open, she bawled “come on then what are you waiting for - I want that damn wish.”
Naked cock in hand, my heart soared. The potion was working she was dripping and started without me. Grabbing hold of me with her pussy-juice dripping from her fingers, throwing me to the ground her pussy engulf me I could feel my cock hitting her centre, she rode me like a wild bull. As she rode me hard - I transformed into the man I use to be while she was still on top of me lock in her own pleasure. As the effects of the potion subsided so did her lust.
“You have one wish, use it wisely.”
“I thought I wanted to live as a man… Now, I wished you’d marry me and get me the fuck away from this hell-hole.”
