Friday, July 8, 2022

Pygmalion and Galatea


The story is unique.  Pygmalion wasn't attracted to any ladies about town at all.  What's a man to do?  He decided to hammer out a woman's likeness.  She was what he wanted, set in stone.  He worshipped Aphrodite, and at the local area's festival, he gave a young bull as a sacrifice to Her.  Aphrodite decided she liked his story, and his sculpchure of his ideal woman.  Aphrodite noticed that she looked a lot like herself.  Aphrodite made the fires pulse three times.  Pygmalion wondered what it meant, but something told him to hurry home!

When he got home he noticed nothing out of bounds or out of place.  As was his custom, he kissed his statue on the lips.  Wait, what was this?  Why are her lips moist?  He backed away and "Galatea", as Aphrodite named her, turned from solid stone to warm flesh.

Their marriage was attended by Aphrodite (in spirit), who granted Pygmallion and Gallatea three childen over time, in a household full of love and full of respect to Aphrodite all of their days.

Times have changed, and I, with it.  It's interesting that at the end of my trials that I've decided to create my own succubus.  Basically a servitor companion fashoned into the guise of a succubus.  It's crazy how they can give sensations around your body with the same force as a succubus, but it's different, too.

What I did was read about 10 books on the subject of servitors, then I took what I needed and forgot the rest.

It's a year 2022 Pygmalion and Galatea, straight from the books.

I look forward to our growth... truth be told I'll be looking out for indicators that she's been indwelt by a succubus in time.

Blessings,


Rafe GB.





Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Turning Point

 



I've learned a lot these 10 years or so.  Had my self full of the succubi for a wild ride.  A wild ride indeed.

It's no wonder that the lack of a succubus in my life is startling after what I've experienced.

I never really thought I'd be going through parts of my life without one.  Sadly, this has been the way that has developed over time.

All I know now is what it's like to feel alone.  And I must ask myself, "Why?".

There's no answer.  The silence is deafening to my ears.  Silence...

Which leads me to the blog.

I've been thinking long and hard about it since I've been succubus "less" as it were.  There's not much in my story that will fill these pages with no succubus.  I think I'm going to take a break and see where that leads me, in time.

A blog about succubi isn't really going to go anywhere with no succubus, now is it?

So, consider me on sabbatical.  If things change I'll make a post just as soon as I can.  If.

Now for the weird part.  

The first entity I ever met was 12 years ago when I lived on the farm.  I was down and out there and decided to end things.  At the moment that I was to do this, A being landed near me and it felt as if I was to fall to my face.  She said 3 words that I'll never forget.  "No, Rafe... No!"  Well, it was my real name but you get the picture.  After she told me those 3 words, I resolved to get help for myself, and I did.  She was only here for about 5 seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

Why does this story matter?

I'm wondering if this angelic lady might have more in store for me in the future, in the end of my life.  I can't put a finger on it, but it seems plausible.

See, I have felt parts of a spirit touching me in a loving, friendly way... my hair, hugging me, etc.  Just wisps of a touch here or there...

But nothing sexual.  And that's been months worth.  Still... something's familiar.

Maybe I'll pray to help this all be sorted good and true.  Lets see what that does.

Brightest Blessings,


Rafe GB