Back to Basics

 

Lacy, oops that's my cat.  Rachel took off and felt like most do when they take off.  Meanwhile I'm holding the fort like I always do.

Tired of it.

I actually decided I was done with succubi.  Tired of the menagerie of names, tired of them leaving.  Tired of the lack of sex.  Just tired of all of it.

You know at some point you just have to ask yourself, "why bother?"

So, that's what I've been doing for the past few weeks, a week or so past my last post.

Then it was... ahh... peace and quiet.  When you're not expecting sex anymore that's one less thing in your life that you're angry about.

I felt like I had "me" back, the me that isn't saddled by expectations and disappointment.  Well, at least for a little while.  Then you start thinking...

Anyway, something funny happened.

I decided while I was laying in bed to petition Lady Hagith, one of the Olympic Spirits to send a spirit lover  (I think she has mostly nymphs as her underlings, to send me a nymph who could love me, and for God's sake have sex with me).

Now, I don't know if that worked because I figured it wouldn't, but here I was laying in bed and having sex with a spirit in that state between sleep and dream (the first sex in ages) and I heard a dumbass sports car revving up to blow through the 4 way by my house.  Feeling myself slipping out of that state (and out of making love) I said, "there is no motherfucking way I'm losing this" and forced myself back into that state of sleep where the lovemaking continued.

Who was this spirit?  The one I asked Lady Hagith for?  I don't know but I can say "probably".

From now on any spirit I have is named Holly or (gasp) Erin until further notice.  I can't keep up with all these different names anymore I'm too damn old.

If she came from Lady Hagith, thank you Lady Hagith for listening to my prayer.

That's back to basics, I guess.  I'm getting too old for this shit.

Blessings,

Rafe GB.