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accident. The book promises that she can practice both at the same time intentionally.
    Laid out in two parts, the first chapters deal with getting over inhibitions and healing sexual wounds. Here Con finds the chapter that tells her to name her sex organ. At this she balks. As if one’s pussy were a pet! Fifi, Cashew or Spot. It seems silly and not terribly sexy, but she wants the magic so she tries to think of a pussy moniker.
    The man in the apartment across the way has been watching her for weeks. He can see that his beautiful object of passion has a book in her hands, a book with a blue cover, but he couldn’t care less about it. He has books of his own he has been trying to read for some time now. And for some time now the enchantress across the way has distracted him from his reading. It is her glowing skin he is interested in, not dry pages of type. He wants to touch her, to run his hands along the length of her curvaceous body, to kiss her sweet lips, to lick and linger on the pink.
    Con persists with the book, although she finds it to be something of a disappointment, full of pale pencil drawings of men with droopy moustaches, shaggy hair and bodies like limp noodles. Some illustrator’s idea of the “sensitive” man, she thinks, but these chaps look like van-dwelling losers from the seventies.
    Better to imagine a horse, Con thinks, than such sad specimens. Horses, with their strong beautiful stride, their uninhibited sexuality. She dreams of riding a mighty stallion, its hot back beneath her legs, her cunt growing wetter as she gallops free. These thoughts take her away from the book and into her sexuality. Her fingers plunge deep and bring sweet juices to her clit.
    The man is hard and has been so for the half hour he has been watching her. Sitting in the dark, he has watched her undress, her miniskirt falling to the floor, her silk blouse coming off and then her hot pink lace bra, revealing soft pink breasts and nipples so dark and erect he licked his lips as if to taste them. As she wiggles out of her absinthe-green G-string, he revels in his hard desire.

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    â€œThe idea is that while you’re engaged in sexual congress you can tap into the energy of the astral world. This force is so powerful that it can transport your desires across the cosmos and into the hands of those who can make all your dreams come true, all your wishes manifest.”
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The Magic in Sex and the Sex in Magic

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    Sex itself is so powerful that Con hasn’t been able to get to the actual spell ’n’ potion part yet. The sheer sex of it all is magic enough for her. Still she persists in her practice, as she is captivated by the idea that her orgasms can send messages into the astral network, her life’s desire vibrating on the crazy wavelength of her climax.
    Stroking her clit as the man across the way goes insane with desire, Con brings herself back to her magic practice with incantations. She tries to imagine her special symbol, the one the book has suggested she create.
    She intends to practice on her own until she once again takes a lover. Her last amour, the young, tattooed blonde-pussy virgin, was just too filled with unbridled lust to take up the practice. “Hold on, darling, while I put on my magician’s robe,” she would implore, but he was tearing it off before she could get the thing on. And before she’d had a chance to cast a spell for future abundance, she’d cast a spell on him—he’d certainly cast one on her with his magic wand. But one day he left for a job in Edmonton, and she took up her sex-magic practice as a single woman.
    The man’s hand is moving fast now, so fast. Then he slows, to savour the feeling of verging on climax with the vision of her before his eyes, letting the waves of delirium roll through him, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, till he feels as if he will explode.
    He runs his hand up the length of his