---Entry 4/Trial 2/Unexpected Forecast---

Dear Gretel,

For the purpose of recording the effects of G-magic (yes, I've settled on a title for it. G-spot + magic; sounds like I'm describing a crazy virus) I'm going to try to record my findings through grade school experimentation styles, mainly controlled experiments (like lab settings), natural experiments (aka observational studies), and field experiments (real-world testing). I'm not sure which will be the most common, or if I'll tend to blend the styles together, but I'm sure you'll keep up.

It was a few nights after the first trial, where back inside the condo, the local evening weather forecast was about to come on. Out on the terrace facing the beach, my arms were outstretched, focusing on the sky putting my energies out there as much as I could. I could barely feel a connection to the elements, opening my eyes and huffing in frustration. I redoubled my efforts, adding a chant to help. 

"Sea of night, stars but black, changing at a snap,

for at my hands, bearing weathered fingertips, storming at a clap!"

Stereotypical rhyming chants for spells occasionally have their use for witches, a free-form prose made up of words the witch herself must believe in and commit to, working in-tandem with a spell for a stronger effect. My eyes opened at the clap of my hands, and was rewarded by a low rumble in the distance, a miniscule boost. This weather manipulation trial was based on it being one of my poorer abilities, hypothesizing G-magic's ability to boost any kind of spell. 

After my first two known, controlled experiments produced nominal-at-best results, creating small clouds on the horizon, I looked back into the condo, seeing the weatherman was speaking of clear skies and mild heat, and jeremy on his knees at the doorway, salivating at the need to speak more my language, in tongues. I gave him a look that demanded his presence, letting my open robe show off my hairless pussy. Closing the distance in quick desperation, he probed deep inside me with slow, luscious licks, the way he knew to properly build me up like before. His lips made mine quiver as I shifted us so I was facing the beach again, speaking to the air vapor, connecting with birthed clouds as part of my mind went somewhere else. My fingertips pulsed as I spoke slower.

"Seaaaa of night...starts but black...mmmm...changing at a snap. For ahhh-at my hands..bearing weathered fingertips....storming...at a clap!"

Reacting mostly to his tongue, I clapped again, and a lightning bolt struck the nearest street lamp, shocking me to wakefulness, shocking anyone watching the street as a fire started on nearby grass from the sparks. Before anyone could call a fireman, rain followed and doused the area, including the accidental fire. My rain soaked self laughed imagining how pissed the weatherman had to be at that point, and how G-magic outperformed my expectations. We fucked hard in the warm rain before I dragged him back inside, and dried off enough to write all this.

Riding (jeremy,) high on success, I knew the smarter thing to do was continue running other trials based on one of my weaker wonders. But creative juices flowing freely made up my mind for me with alternate, inevitable decision that would infectiously make up more minds.