The First Love Spell I Cast is a Paranormal Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.Henry is a young and disillusioned man who has found solace after a lifetime of heartbreak in magic and sorcery. His passion for magic started as a way to pass the time, but as he got older, he began to develop more of an interest. Most of his friends and acquaintances dismiss his magic tricks, except Vicki, the mother of his latest unrequited crush, Sarah. Vicki takes the time to listen to him, even when her daughter chooses someone else. Henry remembers her kindness a few years later and casts a love spell on the newly widowed woman so that she won’t be lonely anymore. She will fall in love with the next person she meets and the man will make passionate love to her. Imagine Henry’s shock when Vicki accidentally meets him! Henry seems to have forgotten the magic rule of three times three. No matter, he may be getting exactly what he wants!Excerpt:I still couldn’t shake Vicki from my mind. A woman who was kind enough to be there for me in my hour of need, and yet a woman I was fully incapable of helping in return. If I only I could do something for her, bring Bill back from the dead, cast a spell of good fortune, give her healing powers from within.I decided that Vicki Collins, my friend, was deserving of a good spell. But rather than predict her good fortune or smite her enemies, I figured that she deserved to feel the same maddening love she believed in to the very end. Let nothing cloud your idealism, Vicki, or so I thought, as I cast a love spell upon her in secret.I chanted in Aramaic while holding an image of her tender smile fresh in my mind. Then I proceeded to cast the love spell upon the lonely widower. “Love the way you deserve to love. Let not the cruel world pass you by. Refuse to be lonely. Fall in love truly, purely, eternally, just the way you imagined it would be. I command you to fall in love with the next man you meet. Let him keep you warm at night.”I quickly left the house after casting my spell, anxious to escape the scene of the crime, but still somewhat curious as to whom Vicki would end up with; perhaps Leonard, the nice single gentleman and our mutual friend? Whoever the poor chap is, I thought, he is sitting prey just waiting to be snatched up.The night was young so I decided to go pay my mother a visit. As I turned the corner of the street and parked, I noticed someone emerging from the porch. I turned the car off and exited, looking up to see who could possibly be meeting mom in the PM hours.Imagine my shock when I saw Vicki Collins coming down the porch steps and looking at me in confusion—her pupils dilating and her voice taking on a strange, almost inebriated tone. “Hennnry…”She stared at me for a long moment, as if second-guessing her instincts.