Unbreakable Eternal Curse

Craving Devil's Touch - Part 1

Walking down the street, I was vexing on my deteriorating savings in the bank account. Truth to be told, I hate looking over the statements and with my menial wages there is no hope of seeing six figures flashing in front of eyes in my near future. I always love magic, especially the disappearing act but never with the money. Another most annoying part of this day is that I woke up having wet dreams about an unknown sexy man. Even after eight hours of completing my work shift, I am still horny and need someone down there to play with my pussy.

A wisp of spicy fragrance caught my attention, passing through me was a smartly dressed man complete with dark cloak and walking stick. His whole clothing fashion scream Victorian era causing me to double take on his out of the place attire. The light clanging of something metal falling down on the ground distracted me from his clothing. I shouted at him but didn't get a response, hurrying up towards the fallen pieces to avoid getting it damaged. I picked the item; it was a gold pocket watch filled with intricate design and words in an unknown language. Touching its surface made my head feel woozy and several whispers echoed in my ears. Shaking my head by bringing myself to the present then I ran towards the mystery man whose delicious fragrance caused me ache in my region below.

'Hey mister! Excuse me?' I shouted breathlessly for some reason the man had walked at least half a mile in the few seconds of the whole situation.

'Wait. Hello! Dude?!' Screaming at him as I started losing my patience with his deafness.

Without a warning, he turned and stared directly into my eyes. My whole freeze under his cold penetrating stare and I felt my soul being seized by his silent call. I couldn't utter a single sound with my dry mouth & wet pussy, knowing that I am a total goner.

'I apologize for not answering your call ma Chérie. Tell me, how can I be of assistance on this fine evening?' He spoke to me in a gravelly tone and his liquid silver-coloured eyes glinting with an interest.

'Here ... ahem ... you drop your pocket watch.' I stuttered out my words. Being near him is causing me to be tongue-tied and sweating profusely all over my body.

'Thank you. It is nice to meet someone who knows about the past and it's culture.' He replied softly while his devastating handsome mouth twisting into panty drop smile making blush like a schoolgirl.

'Speaking of which, is there any reason for dressing up like Mr. Rochester?' I asked curiously as my eyes automatically got fixated over his tall hat.

'Excuse my manners.' He removed his ridiculously old-fashioned hat and revealed beautiful thick golden locks falling perfectly around his chiselled face.

'It's alright. Still curious about the outfit.' I said, for not wanting to distract him from any other things.

'I was in the mood to dress myself up like this and quite enjoying the feel.' He replied simply but his eyes were probing into mine like searching for a final piece of a missing puzzle.

'Oh. Anyways I have to take a leave. Nice meeting you. Bye.' I turned away from him, for talking to him in close proximity was too overwhelming and if I don't leave then I might lose forever in the darkness.

'Wait. I should reward you for returning my possession back to me. Please let me give you some money.'

'Ha.' I laughed nervously then taking a deep breath I answered him politely. 'No, it is my responsibility as a human to do right by a person. It's no big deal.'

'Please let me repay you. This watch doesn't hold that much value to me but you not having a temptation of coveting my belonging had put my faith back into the fellow being.'

The way he spoke caused my mind to wander towards the Biblical times. I mean who uses the words "temptation", "coveting" and most of all his dressing style is making me to believe that this man must have time travelled from past to present.