Which Witch Is Which?
The "Viagra spell", she'd called it. A lifetime of painful priapism unless I made a choice to break the curse. I stood naked before them, impossibly erect, still dribbling, throbbing, my balls swollen, aching... I'd wanted both, but they’d insisted I choose, and so I must, to break the spell - but how? The incantation had made them identical down to each wavy lock, soft, kissable lip, hard, pink nipple, and dark, wet pubic hair. One was my wife, the other a frighteningly evil witch, but neither's beautiful blue eyes gave anything...
