New Sex & Voodoo Potion Revive Dead Female Hollywood Executive (Part 2)

New Sex Advisory #36 ©2001 Arte

The screams and loud live music of Bourbon Street all fade away into the background as Modaddy, The Prince of Love produces out of his pocket a tiny brown vial of dark cloudy herb-tinted oil.


A torn and soiled label on the container identifies its contents as "Love ... #9"


He slowly shakes the bottle before our eyes...


Cheryl digs her fingernails into my waist...


Again, our eyes totally bug with disbelief...


Is this really happening?


How serendipitous can life actually be?


"This is the real love potion, man..." he says with all confidence and joy. "You put this on your woman - it's guaranteed you gonna be doing some hot fucking."


"We're already doin' that!" I told him. "I want her to fall in love with me!"


"Oh, that's for sure, man," he laughs. Then he turns his eyes away from mine and takes in Cheryl's amazingly sexy curves and beautiful face.


"Dude," he says, "you are one lucky man."


"I know! I want this woman to be in love with me."


"Oh, she gonna be in love. This potion do the trick fo' sho'."


"How much?" I ask him.


"Yeah, how much?" Cheryl chimes in, with just the slightest anxiousness to her voice.


"Usually I gets twenty dollars, man - make me an offer."


I peel a picture of Alexander Hamilton off my wad of cash and hand it over, not wanting to haggle over something so important with someone so special.


"Now what?" I ask, appraising the mysterious dark concoction in my palm.


"Put a drop on her left wrist," Modaddy says as he pockets his loot. "Then rub your right wrist on it till it feels hot."


"That's it?"


Modaddy steals a quick peck on Cheryl's cheek, then says, "That's it, brutha."


I twist off the cap and feel a crusty grit give way as it loosens.


Then I rub a dot of the lavender scented oil onto her wrist and press against it with mine, per the instructions of New Orleans' Prince of Love...


Then I kiss Cheryl on the lips...


Her mouth and tongue and soul yield to my own...


And when we come up from the kiss and look around, the intoxicated din of revelry throbs in our ears...


And Modaddy is gone!


[Continued Tomorrow]
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