Under Your Spell

By Veronica Bates

What happens when your crush accidentally drinks a love potion and starts uncontrollably lusting after your body?
Brian soon finds out that the power the potion has on Will isn't just bewitching him into love – it's making Will incapable of keeping his hands off of Brian!

Contains explicit gay sex (oral, anal, rimming) between two horny college teens. Adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Veronica Bates
• Release date: Mar 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466080751

Veronica Bates

Veronica Bates is a former high school teacher turned erotica writer. She loves books, sleazy '60's - '70's exploitation movies, and anything pertaining to erotica.

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Under Your Spell

by Veronica Bates at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Veronica Bates

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

I went to Jamaica once, on vacation, and I had a blast. Besides drinking copious amounts of rum, I saw Bob Marley's grave, scuba dived in the sea, rode horses on the beach, hiked up mountainous hills, and did a lot of shopping. There was one particular item I bought on a whim, just for a laugh. It was a small flask shaped in the figure of a Rastafarian, with a big blunt sticking out of his mouth, and its stopper a comically large penis. The description for the flask read: Herb Love Potion; Energy Drink Aphrodisiac. Of course I had to buy it.

On the way back to the hotel, I asked my cab driver, Leon, what kind of love potions Jamaica had. He didn't seem to understand, so I showed him my new flask. He laughed and said, Dat dehr bush tea, Jamaican herbs.

So, is it like Jamaican Viagra, or... I trailed off, hoping to find a better explaination.

Wahd yeh take dis for? Tis Guzumba, Obeah, Witchcraft. G'way wi' dat, said Leon, turning up the volume to his Benny Demus CD.

He seemed kind of miffed about my new purchase, so I didn't bug him with any more questions. Leon then stopped the car at a street-side vendor and asked if I wanted to try real Jamaican Viagra. I agreed, feeling excitement for a new experience. He came back with a cup of what looked like a chocolate chip Frappuccino. What's in this, I asked him, smelling the drink. It had a pleasant, herbal smell.

Herbs, roots, bits of ganja..." Leon