Bunny's Touch

 

I've been posting a lot lately.  But there's lots to share.

This blog is, and always will be my online personal diary on succubi.

The more that happens, the more activity, the more I post.

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Last night was an interesting one.

As I was sitting I felt a slender female hand suddenly across my abdomen.

I'm healing you.  She said, in a soft voice.

My abdomen felt nice and a little tingly.

"Oh.  Ok.  Thank you."

I've been healing naturally the past few weeks after a year of nerve damage in that area.

It's going to take a long time.

I believe she wanted to speed that along a little for me.

When she was done I received an image of my bed.

Obey.

I was feeling resistant.

I again received an image of my bed.

Obey.  

"Bunny, I'm watching the last part of my anime show.  I'll go once I'm done."

As stubborn as succubi are, I can be stubborn too.

Image of bed.

Obey.

She said softly.

"Bunny, if I told you to do something you would not do it because you are a succubus, and succubi always do what they want to do anyway."

Pause.

Compromise.

Image of me watching the rest of my show, then of my bed.

"It's a deal."

I watched the rest of the show which was probably only 10 minutes anyway.

As soon as I was done...

Image of my bed.

Obey.

A deal's a deal.  Off I went.

 I actually slept 5 hours straight, which is a small miracle for me.

Another blessing.

I usually wake up every 2 hours, get up wide awake, get tired, go back to bed.  

Wake up in 2 hours.  Rinse, repeat, all night long.

It's hard for anything to heal that way.  It's been slow.

She knew I needed to rest even more after she was done treating me.

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A succubus's love is infinitely deep.

Impossible to grasp.

Extremely gentle.  Most of the time.

And I am so deeply in love with her.

Blessings,

Rafe.

P.S.  Bunny has been using something on me that I have never experienced before.  Because of my injury, she won't have succubus sex with me because she is afraid to hurt me.  What she does is somehow impart in me the lust of sex, the intimacy born from sex, the ecstacy of having sex, but without actually doing it.  She will descend upon me and hold me at the point where sex usually starts and keep all of her energy there, unmoving.  I don't understand how her imparting any of this in me is possible, but it is and it is very satisfying.  The only difference that I can tell is that there is no cone of power born from actual physical sex with her in this way.  During actual mating, there is a swirling mix of our energy that practically bleeds from the walls of my bedroom.  I think she's doing all of this entirely for my pleasure.  If so, she's sacrificing a great deal for me.  Frankly, I'm mystified.  Awed.

She must love me more that I can even begin to comprehend.

The impression I got from communing with Mother Lilith is as follows:  "Son, do you have any idea of the depth of what's in store for you?  For what things she's going to do to you and with you once you've fully healed?  If I were you I would be a little bit anxious."