Chapter 1
Lilliana
Sighing in frustration as I continued to swipe left on this damn dating app that had no one that peaked my interest. Everything seemed to agitate me as I felt the loneliness creep in. It’s been years of single life and six months into me finally deciding I’m ready to start dating, I get nothing. It’s not from lack of interest either. It’s just I know what I’m searching for and random guys telling me how pretty I am or just the casual “hey what’s up” is not settling the frustration inside me. I am being very picky now days because after two abusive relationships, I get to be.
This is the first time in my life where I am choosing me and I am being very careful about who I pick. I know my worth and I deserve to have an amazing man in my life. I thought about girls after the second failed relationship, but let’s be real. I like dick way to much to swing the other way. I think part of What has me so on edge is, I have an itch to scratch. The constant throbbing between my legs is becoming unbearable. I cannot handle it much longer. Masturbation only makes it worse and seriously with my high sex drive, I’m going crazy.
I need a man that can turn me on just by looking at him but also be an animal just like me. My interests are a little more out there than most I’ve come to realize. I talk to so many men and soon the vanilla talk sets in and it bores me. I lose interest faster than a cat playing with a dead mouse. I need fire, intensity, passion, connection and I’m strongly craving a loving touch. See my problem is, I’m part of two worlds. One of humans and normalcy and the other is the mystical world. I’m a witch, when I’m not on the hunt for a partner to light my world up. I’m apart of the Emerald Coven of the south. We are located in Canada and let me just say I am thrilled we aren’t from the west so people can’t say I’m the wicked witch of the west. Okay it was funny in my head. Seriously though I’ve been a bit more grouchy lately as my hormones are on over drive. I just need the right person to settle my hunger. For a big fat dick that is. Yes I’m morbid, blunt and frustrated. But they these are my thoughts. At least no one else has to hear how bad they are.
Frustrated with the lack of human connection I push away from my computer and head downstairs to the kitchen for something to eat. Throwing my long blonde locks into a ponytail as I go. Living alone has its advantages and disadvantages. For one I get me time and no one to bother me. But it’s lonely at times. Hence the hunt for my soulmate. Don’t be mistaken, we don’t have mates like I read about in books, but I do believe we have soulmates that we find and just fit with. Thinking about it, I’m not really sure what the difference is other than I like biting but nobody is allowed to sink their teeth in me and claim me. No way, no how. I am independent with a need for kink.
Looking through my fridge, I smile as I pull out the crock pot full of roast, carrots and celery. I’m not much of a potato fan so I didn’t add any. But I do love the crock pot because it feeds me for days. Scooping out a big portion and listening to my stomach rumble, I can’t help but pick at it before I throw it into the microwave. Looking out the window I watch the sun set and smile at the thought of watching it with my person. Grabbing my phone from my pocket I scroll through more profiles and only swiping left to a couple of them. I’m looking for someone who is kind and loving so it has to be easy to see in their photos. I have an advantage over most because I am so sensitive to the energies. I just give them a quick read and I know if they could potentially be a good match or not. I have to a have a little bit of a conversation to find out more, but it doesn’t take me long.
Listening to the microwave beep at me, I put my phone down and grab my food. Some days I eat a lot because I’m just so hungry and other days I barely touch a thing. Today is a day of I worked so much so I’m starving. Maybe it’s the magic that brings on the appetite. Placing my food on the table I pour myself some juice and grab a fork. Sitting and eating as I scroll through my phone, I notice a very intriguing man pop up on my liked you page. He looks kind and sexy. He has dark hair and even looks like he’s in pretty good shape. I’m not in perfect shape myself, I am a bit bigger, I wouldn’t call myself fat but I am no model body or gym body either. I have a big butt and smaller boobs which if I were to wear bras, they would be a B cup but those are way to restricting. I don’t particularly like underwear either. I like feeling free just like my spirit. Free and powerful is my thing. When working with women it’s easy to cheer on other women and want them to feel empowered and confident in themselves as well. I’m a healer, among other things so it’s more fun to see women succeed and thrive in what they love just like I do.
Scarfing food into my mouth I decide to swipe right on sexy man that I’m looking at. With eyes that could melt my clothes off or look through my soul either description works. His eyes beautiful and green. His hair dark brown and full that I could grab as he went down on me. His smile gives away a kindness to him, a gentleness. Makes me wonder if he has a dirty side to him. A side that will have me begging for him to fuck me.
Laughing to myself at my thoughts I put down my phone and wait for mystery man to message me. I know being an empowered woman and I should message first, but let’s be real there’s a thrill in a man showing interest first.
Finishing up which seemed to take me longer than normal due to being so distracted, I wash my dishes and head up to bed. Smiling as I strip my clothes off and crawl into my queen bed that I spread out on. Tomorrow will be a busy day so it’s best I get some sleep. We will be helping a neighbor coven that was attacked just because they are witches. It’s not like we are evil beings, just very connected with the earth and the universe. There has been different names for us over the years like witches, psychics, mystics, channels and more but it all depends on our abilities. We all bring a different strength to our coven which helps us survive in this modern world. I’m not really sure if werewolves and vampires exist, but I know fairies, sylphs, gnomes, devas and others exist. We keep ourselves hidden among mortals otherwise we have what happened to our neighboring coven happen. Attacked by fear of the unknown.
Checking my phone one last time before I let myself travel to the land of sleep, looks like mystery man has messaged me. Responding with a ‘hey' and an upside down smile which is my signature move when texting. I could possibly look into dating apps for mystical creatures instead of mundane ones.but the warlocks I’ve come across are on a power high which is not very attractive. I might be a witch, but I’m a woman also and I like to be treated with respect and love. Not dominated by men that think they get to just because they wield magic. I put my phone down and let sleep take me. Tomorrow would hopefully be an interesting day of conversation.
