Chapter 26: The Setting Sun, a Curry and a Fuck

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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Sunday 17th February 2013: The Setting Sun, a Curry and a Fuck


Not been a bad couple of days, yesterday afternoon me and Juki had a little stroll through the town with me showing her some places of interest – I quite like local history. Anyway, as we were walking down one particular road I told her that in one of those houses was where, when I was eleven, I had performed a magic spell.

"A magic spell… are you bullshitting me?" 

"No," I had replied frankly, "I used to do magic." 

"What do you mean by magic?" 

"Well… sometimes if I wanted to change things I would do magic… you had to believe in it… visualise it… create it… and sometimes that ‘will’ would be enough to ‘tip’ an event to your advantage." 

"So… what exactly did you do?" 

"Well… the first thing you had to do was to really desire something… you then had to allow yourself to surrender to the ‘magic’… bit like going into a trance… next you would then… no, I’m not going to tell you that bit… finally, you would keep replaying what you wanted in your mind… kind of like rehearsing.." 

"And it worked?" 

"Sometimes… yes."

"And you still believe in it?" 

"Well for many years I didn’t… but then there were the dreams that came true… they scared me… really scared me… in fact after one such premonition where I had recognised a place from a dream that I’d never been before I prayed to God that I wouldn’t have anymore." 

"And they stopped?" 

"Yes, for a while… then they returned." 

"You sure you’re not winding me up?" 

"It’s true… I’m not lying… and my only explanation is that the future may seep back into the past." 

"That’s really weird." 

"I know… and when I went to see this counsellor years ago she had asked me if I’d ever had visions because the personality test she’d given me… a Jungian one… suggested that I may be psychic." 


"It is odd… I have no explanation for it… and although I attempted to just put it down to coincidence… I couldn’t." 

"Hmmm… you’re my husband… and I thought I knew everything about you… hmmm… do you think you could do a magic spell to guarantee us winning the lottery tonight… cos that would really be useful." 

I had laughed at that point and changed the subject. I had then reflected on the nature of things… impermanence… and concluded that: reality is provisional.  Reality is provisional… I like that.

Later we walked along the seafront where I took a couple of shots of the sun setting before wandering back to town and treating ourselves to a curry.

After an evening of catching up watching what we had recorded on the hard drive we went to bed. Once naked I first scratched and slippered her before recounting her favourite tale of being caned at the barbecue whilst I fingered her – she climaxed before I got to cane her. I then clambered on top of her and it wasn’t long before I climaxed too whilst fantasising about being kicked in the balls.

It’s a strange life we lead.

Submitted: August 27, 2021

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