It started with a game of truth or dare. I stupidly picked dare…

Everyone was afraid of her. She was a witch, after all. The pumpkins on the porch all gave me a knowing look as I stood at the door and knocked.

She never said a word. Just crooked a finger tipped with a blood-red nail, drawing me into her house. She smiled and I was lost. Some sort of spell. It had to be. I mean, I wasn’t even the slightest bit queer. Not that it mattered when I crawled into bed with her, trembling with lust.