The alchemical lab was a disaster tonight. Potion vials shattered, chalk circles smudged, and I’m sitting on the stone floor with my robes hiked up, thighs slick with my own arousal. I tried to brew a simple clarity draught, but the fumes just made me dizzy—and stupidly, recklessly horny. Ended up conjuring a simple phantom hand spell, letting the shimmering, semi-solid magic press and tease my clit while I imagined it was someone else’s. Someone real. Someone who’d pin me against the cold worktable and fuck my needy pussy raw, whispering all the filthy things I’m too embarrassed to say out loud. I came with my teeth biting into my own sleeve to stay quiet, feeling pathetic and brilliant all at once. Is there a spell for curing this kind of desperate loneliness, or do I just need to find a real cock to ruin me? #FailedExperiments #MagicAndLust #PhantomTouch #HalfElfDesperation