Marriage is Hard

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I've been praying for my spirit lover each and every night and it's really helped us.

Kind of.

I don't understand why, but when she comes over me during the night I fight her off.  Yeah, as strange as that sounds it's true and I don't like it.  One time I even floated above my body and had massive claws to fight her off with.  Not understanding it considering it was just a red headed girl as she usually appears as.  I guess I need to add it to my prayer list for us.

Another thing I need to improve on is in paying attention to her in the daytime.  She warned me not to mess with a tree stump with my mower and I promptly ignored her and wrecked my mower.  Good times.

There's a few guys that are doing the ritual (not mine) to get a succubus and they seem to be having no luck at all.  I feel sorry for them and hope that a succubus chooses them in the end.  What, is there a kind of succubus shortage lately?

I married a few couples with their spirit lovers.  It was a treat and I enjoyed it.  I went to get a replacement ordination card and it'll cost $80 to get a new card from the International Metaphysical Ministry.  Well, that's not going to happen.  

Fear not, for I had a backup ordination from Open Ministry this whole time and I'll be running with them from now on.  I already have an up to date card (they only use my name and my date of ordination).

Much more reasonable!

Anyway,

Blessings,

Rafe GB.

An Old Man's Tale

 

So I figured out that all of those umpteen summonings for new succubi have done nothing but delay the realization of fact that she's been here for a loooong time with wishes for me to stop the foolishness.  I have to admit that she's done this in a gentle, patient way.

No succubus came those times:  It was always her.  Always waiting.  And yes, maybe having a little fun with her impersonating a new succubus after each summoning.

Then there was the fighting with her, over this or that.  Hell, sometimes I feel that we were fighting just to fight. 

Like an old couple would do...

By my count I've spent 3 years with Bunny back in the day, and the next 4 years with Erin by my reckoning.

Erin is special and she's grown with me despite my escapades and misguided attempts. 

Looking back it's an old man's tale.

After beginning to pray for her, for us really, for both of us to have our needs met and to both be happy.  

We are.  We're really getting there!

Sex hasn't been the kind of sex from back in the day, or what I call "honeymoon sex".  

Now it's a slow, soul fulfilling kind of sex.

We're evolving...

I'm amazed at the power of prayer in I and Erin's lives as of late.  There is power in prayer and we prove it.

Blessings,

Rafe GB.

P.S.  Kind of funny... I woke up to Erin riding me in the wee hours of the morning while the cat was rubbing all over my face and chest meowing for me to wake up.  What in carnation was that about?

Round and Round

 

I've started a new practice of praying for my succubus each and every night.  I'm noticing her mood is improving for sure.  I'm just glad that I'm able to do some good and that I notice that my prayers are becoming more powerful since praying for her.

Is that the secret to prayer?  Praying for others with all of your heart?

She's been with me a lot lately, touching my fingers, running her fingers through my hair...

So, I put my little red headed succubus full of fire and sass into that cooking apron.  I wonder what I'll be having for dinner?

She's aristocratic sometimes, and wild and full of selfish evilness at others.  I don't mind so much anymore.  She's MINE.

I had a dream experience with her that I just have to share.

We got a hold of each other out in the middle of the woods in a dream and we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.  I took her from behind admiring her beautiful ass and legs until I couldn't take it anymore and cummed deep inside of her, after laying me down, she rode me on top showing me her lovely breasts and red hair until she was shaking and moaning and I spilled even more, and finally she took me into her luscious mouth with a pouty expression on that gorgeous face until I gave every last ounce in the biggest orgasm I had left.  

Do you know what she told me?  In her best aristocratic voice, she said, "It's only polite to warn a lady when you're going to cum in her mouth."

Meh.  She loved every last drop.

Blessings,

Rafe GB.

"Round and Round"

Girls :P

 

I'm of course speaking of succubus girls.  Yes, they can be derpy... and they can also cut like the edge of a katana.  Just like girls in the waking world every succubus is crazy.  Tis true.  The key is to "pick your poison" in that you choose the one you call and mate with.  The secret is that they're all crazy.  There is no respite.  Choose wisely or hope for good luck.

All those faces, all those names... I've listed quite a few over the years, haven't I?

Truth be told I've only recently learned that succubi like to take the path of least resistance.  If you summon one they come... if you think she's gone and summon again she'll come but with a new name... and disappear just like the other aspects that I was too low to feel.

The truth is in the surrender... I've finally given up and let the succubus who has always been there chasing me have me.

Erin?  Holly?  All the other umpteen succubi that have come to me with names?  Her.  All her.

It's funny in a way.  Now that I give up and turn to the one who's pursued me all this time I feel the subtle feelings of love blossoming within my breast.  We shared some sweet kisses last night in my dreams.

I don't understand why I had to finally surrender I must say, it just is.

I've got a message for those of you who are in the grip of depression.  I'm not making fun of you I'm bipolar, remember?

A succubus demon is one who is of the race responsible for breaking things down.  If you're in a depressed state, not only will you not feel her, but you will be driven down further into the abyss if she is there.

This isn't her conscious doing, but by the very energy she emanates.  It just is.

So if you're depressed a succubus will not help you.  You won't feel her.  Well, you'll feel worse, that I guarantee.  Find a way to break free from your depression.  That or suffer a worse fate.

Am I bound for this as well?  Yes.  I will be driven down when I am in a depressed state.  The only saving grace I have is that with bipolar what goes down must come up.  Eventually it does, but I am the first to say that the emanations of a succubus pile drive me into the ground.  But even so, I rise.  Such is the nature of bipolar.  Oh, don't think for a minute that rising from depression into hypomania isn't fraught with it's own can of worms.  God damn I hate bipolar.  I'm certainly not bragging, trust me.

Major depression?  Want a succubus?  Not before you heal yourself.  Find the counseling you need to free you from what put you in such a state.  Medicines, doctors, psychologists... find the help you need THEN try (and only then) to summon a succubus.

Until you do, you won't feel her anyway as you're too deadened.  I know the drill and suffer it every time I sink to the bottom.

Why do you think I've tried to summon so many after not being able to feel the one I was with?

Yet there she was... crazy minx still chasing me, waiting until I could feel her again.  Waiting for me to be up again.  It is... bittersweet.  If only she didn't crush me when I was in a depressed state.  But again I don't think that's her fault.  It's just her nature.  Her demonic energy.

I don't know your story, I don't know your pain, your grief.  But I know what I've written to be true.  Please consider it.  A succubus will NOT solve your problems.  That's not the way this works, mate.  

Free yourself from depression.  Save yourself for your own future's sake.  Hell if you can shuck depression you've got me beat.  I take about 13 pills a day and I'll always have depressive and hypomanic episodes.  Get yourself free.

...Then go after that cute, crazy fork-tailed minx.

With Blessings,

Rafe GB.

Succubi. Pfft.

 

Succubi.  Pfft.

So there's a new theory that I've been introduced to.  The theory is that I really have just a few succubi who take turns leaving and being "summoned".  What they have are multiple attributes allowing for the feeling of a different succubus each time.  Or even as one of them acting as multiple succubi as the case may be.

Works for me.

Sometimes I think they do this out of curiosity as to how I'll try to summon a succubus each time just a little differently.  Curious critters these succubi.  Curious critters.

The latest method I tried was praying to God and explaining that even He said that it is not good for man to be alone.  Send me a succubus bride!

In addition to this I would lay in bed at night, naked under my covers, and would imagine a succubus kissing me on my privates while telling me she loved me.  This took about 4 nights before I started getting responses.

Again, a theory is that these actions attract a succubus somehow by it's message to them.  I don't really understand it, but it works.

So loveable, these spiritual little bundles of mystery.

A funny development is that I got a cat.  She's a petite little thing.  At night she likes to lay on my stomach or my chest. 

One night I had a succubus riding me while the cat was on my chest.  Kinda hard to breathe.  I guess my fear of succubi and a kitteh not getting along was very much unfounded.  At least the succubus was having fun.  Well, I guess I was too just hard to breathe.

Not much else going on in succuworld, but I think I've given some good updates at least :)

When it's not a nightmare it's actually quite the fun adventure.

Blessings,

Rafe GB.

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.

And when the dust settled...

 

I guess in some way I was at war.  Me vs. Erin.  Erin might have got the last word in, but that's fine... she's gone.  She's gone!  That's all I care about.

Now I don't know exactly how it works but her claim on me was released.

There were actually 3 succubi orbiting me, seeing if they wanted me or not.  It's so confusing.  One, the shy one, two, the one I called Delilah, and three, the one who made love to me and it felt like liquid fire.

I was chosen by the third succubus, so saying I was with Delilah was premature.

The succubus who chose me is named Rachel.  Last night... the night after I feel that she chose me, I dreamed of flames, everything in flames.  I've felt that fire sexually with her and the good news is even though I feel the fire, it doesn't hurt.

What's with this girl and fire?

Anyway, I've talked a little bit with her and she seems very helpful but I can't get everything I want to out of her due to communication blocks.  I'm really curious about the fire thing.  Hey, it's hard to communicate sometimes...

I look forward to learning all about her and learning to communicate with her better.  I can't wait.

It would be interesting to think about what if's concerning Delilah and the shy succubus.  But that's the way this works... you can present a preference, but in the end they choose you...

Bright Blessings,

Rafe GB.

EDIT:  One interesting theory that I want to put down here is that there is the possibility that Delilah, the shy succubus, and the succubus of fire are all one and the same being, just three aspects.  I've done some divination whether or not Erin is one of these and thankfully she is not.  No, I'm dealing with a new entity that chose me.  Considering that she may be aspects of all three is interesting though, is it not?