witches brooms.
Witches. They danced naked in the night. They flew on broomsticks. They dallied with the devil in a most intimate and obscene way. The witch, always in the throes of passion. Always eager. Never sated.

What started these tales of witches on broomsticks? Of witches seducing men only to steal their penises and set them in nests, high in trees where only they could reach them? Of witches using glamour on the newly emasculated male so no one knew but herself and that poor unfortun...