My huge breasts were bouncing wildly and my nipples were tingling
with excitement, when I ran up the stairs of my little, dark witch-tower
on the outskirts of Hickeyton.
In the firm grip of my slender fingers I held the "Tome of Asgurauld",
which just had been delivered to me by our local mailman Harold.
I still doubted my luck, but if the old stories were true - and if this book
was really the original work of Asgurauld, the most powerful and evil
wizard from the Middle Ages, I was about to... change the world...
As I breathlessly reached my sanctum at the top of the tower, I locked
the door behind me, placed the book on my desk, closed all windows
and curtains and turned out the lights.
I needed a few seconds to adjust my eyes to the darkness. then it made
my heart jump: The tome on the table was glowing in a dark purple.
Slowly I approached the magical book - thereby absorbing all thoughts
and feelings in this unique moment.
Then I touched the book again and opened it with trembling fingers.