Then when women read it, they will believe in us... if even for just a second.” There was a pause and then the voice continued. “And if they are even slightly turned on by your story or other stories they have read, we will know, and we can appear, just like we did here.” There was a tiny giggle and the voice of just one of them added, “We might not make ourselves visible, but we will be there.” One of the imps– I think one of them from the circle– jumped, or flew, or rematerialized onto my left shoulder. “Just think of it,” she said in her tiny voice as she tugged on my earlobe. “Women will be sitting there reading your story and will suddenly feel a tiny hand or tongue on their nipples.” Another imp popped up onto my right oral shoulder. “Or if they are lying down while reading,” she said, “We will be able to sample the party nectar their arousal is creating.” The two of them then said firmly, in unison, “You WILL publish what happened.” The remaining ten morphed back into their scary hag personae and added loudly, “... WON’T YOU?!!!” “Ye... ye... yes,” I stammered back and they all disappeared. That was it. There was no snap or boom or sound of any kind. They all just turned to mist and quietly evaporated from the air. That’s what happened. I wrote down everything later that day... much later, after Annie and I finally got out of bed. I really didn’t want to publish the story, though, because I truly believed what the imps had told me and I didn’t want to make them real to all the females– and perhaps males– who read my stories. I knew my story would release them on the world, but every time I went blowjob to delete it from my computer, one of the imps would suddenly appear on my keyboard wagging her finger at me. In fact, recently, one even floated up in front of the screen and pointed to my “Ready to Publish” folder. Sorry, Ladies, maybe I’m a coward– at least when it comes to magical creatures– but I am going to relent and move this story to my Ready to Publish folder. And when it gets closer to Halloween, I will submit it to my story sites. I can’t help it that my writing can sometimes make something so believable that it seems real. I’m sorry– I really am– if you are now feeling strange little hands on your nipples and tiny little tongues farther down. I didn’t want to do it, and besides, it’s too late now. You’ve already read the story and the imps became real cfnm to you even if for just a moment. That’s all they really need. There is nothing you can do, so keep calm. They mean you no harm. They only want to feast on orgy your sexual energy, but to do that they have to take you higher than you have ever been before. Enjoy them while they are here. I see Danni in the breakroom eating like a crazed woman that hasn’t eaten in a long time. Those plans were almost forgot since oral they were pretty set in their living conditions. Is she still with Happee, Happy Limo? The only dog that should be there was Clawed, and he was certainly not rabid. As we went round the room we went passed a pile of ropes. “You do want to suck my dick, right?” Chris asked, giving me one last chance to back blowjob out, if I wanted to. pronounced and her breasts jiggled, if they were not already being mauled by his rough hands. “Daddy!” I blushed and smiled at that embarrassing moment in the first party week of the cfnm school year. As I gently placed the headset over her straight blond hair, orgy she seemed to give a little shiver. Both coming hard, like rolling waves. As I pick at my pile of leaves, Jeremiah and Frank head on over to the table.