Yuck!

There I am in bed minding my own business... finally beginning to drift off to sleep... when I'm aware of my succubus Erin's presence right in front of my face.

"YUCK!"

She yells it loud enough in my ear that I about fall out of bed.

Now what in the world did she mean by that?

I'm thinking, in knowing her a bit by now, that this sums up her feelings as of late.

I decided to keep summoning succubi until I was sexually satisfied.  So, I started with one.





At first I called her "Chuckles", but she has since decided on "Jasmine".  Jasmine fits her better anyway... I just didn't want to go through the succubus name game until she found the name she liked.  I'm pretty sure she's lock set on "Jasmine".  It's a safe bet, if betting on a succubus was ever smart.

Yes... a succubus is always surprising, at least the ones that Lilith sends me.  Good thing I'm already mentally challenged...

Jasmine seems to get along with Erin now from what I can tell... I think Erin wants more attention, which I'll gladly give to her.  I never want any succubus to feel attention starved.  Although that's a bit hard to declare in that they're always attention starved.

I'll do my best.

I've come up with an idea... probably a bad one.

I'd like to summon a total of 5 succubi including Erin just to have that nice big family I've always wanted.  It gets old being alone...

I'm not in a big hurry though.  Jasmine has already added a new ability to lovemaking which is "heat".  She can turn up the fires so high I feel like parts of me are going to burst into flame.

It kind of reminds me of Kundalini Fire, when I went through that some years ago.  Maybe it's the same current?  I don't know...

I've become insatiable it seems... what a strange family it will be, if and when I summon them.

One at a time...

Blessings,


Rafe GB.

Sparkles

Erin and I have been rather distant from one another which happens a lot lately.

I began reminiscing about the times past when I had more than one succubus to keep me company.  I'd like to have that again.

Bunny and Bubbles were such a team that I truly enjoyed.  The closeness, fun, and chaos those two brought to my dream (and waking) life was something to savor.

One might wonder why I had such simplistic names for the succubi that have come my way, and the long and short of it is that they'd change their names 100x and I got tired of it.  So names like Bunny and Bubbles would stay regardless as to what their real names were changed to, which was as easy for them to change as their clothes.  That's fine:  Your name is Bunny.  Your name is Bubbles.

Problem fixed.

Sort of.  *shrug*

Last night I invoked Lilith and made it known what I wanted, what I needed.  That sounds a lot more demanding than it was.  Think of it as more of a conversation between a mother and her adopted son.

Upon going to sleep I was introduced to a succubus I've never felt before.  Not sure what to do, a voice said, "Kiss her, stupid."  So I did.  It was nice.

I awoke buzzing with energy of one sort, while being worn out of energy of the earthern sort.  Thinking about this and knowing of the tons of names that would follow I have decided to call her "Sparkles".

Time will tell what happens next...

Blessings,


Rafe G.B.

So many to love:  So little time.

Intimacy

Erin was laying like the picture and I was beneath her facing the same way as she was, cradling her.

I was laying back on pillows, and I was her pillow.  It was quite comfortable.

She was wearing soft clothes, and easy to get into as well :)


I reached up her blouse and around her sides and was caressing her breasts and nipples.  She was softly moaning.

My fingertips were like feathers.  Gradually I added more pressure, gently... firmly... hungrily...

My mouth was by her ear... gently kissing and licking and softly biting her neck.

As her squirming intensified, I moved one hand up her skirt, around her hip and started exploring between her legs with my fingers.

Eventually, both of my hands were exploring her between her legs and inner thighs while I nibbled her neck and ear lustily, driving her into soft moans and a slight shaking of her whole body.

This went on for quite some time, and my hand would find it's way back to her bosom while the other was quite happily between her legs, exploring.

***

Then I woke up.

There were others in that room but they did not care about our pleasure.  In hindsight I believe this was her family.  I still felt the need to be discrete.

This experience garnered a lot more intimacy and caring than I have felt these past few weeks.

Succubus knows best :)

Blessings,


Rafe GB.

Isaiah 34 14-17

14 Among the howling and hissing wild creatures and demons,

Lilith herself, demoness of the night, will call Edom her haunt,

A place to recoup and rest between her devastating forays.

15 Owls of all sorts will take up habitation there,

nesting and laying their eggs.

They will hatch their young and cover them beneath their wings.

Vultures and their mates will gather there.

16 You can look for it and read all about it in the book of the Eternal One.

None of these creatures will be missing and none will lack a mate

Because His voice has given the order

and His Spirit has gathered them in that place.

17 He has determined where they should live;

He has handed it over to them and it will be theirs for all time.

They will live there, one generation after the next, forever.

Erin, the Studious

Been wondering what to write the last couple days as I've felt it was time for a post.  I think I've got it sorted now.

Erin's been watching me awful close lately.  Paying attention to what I'm listening to, what I'm watching, what I'm dreaming about... 

No, this isn't a sort of paranoia per se, but a shift on her part into being very very interested in me as of late and in what I am doing, thinking, acting, being.

Sexy time has taken a back seat it seems, and that's alright.  Ebbs and flows of things I suspect.

However I think that this "lull" is mainly because she's been so interested in my behavior and in it's many respects.

The only thing I've been doing different is that I've been watching a lot of the Swedenborg Foundation's "Off the Left Eye" programming.

I've been learning a lot about heaven and about heavenly marriage which is different than earthly marriage.  It's lit in me the fire of hope that I will find my soul mate some day.  I've just been thinking differently before.

I'm not sure where that puts Erin, which is probably why she's studying me so intently.

The ramifications of this I'm not sure I understand.  For all I know she's that mate that will transcend time and space.  Perhaps when my life is over?  Perhaps.  I'm almost 50 years old and on heavy medicines that are known to reduce life expectancies so I don't think it will be a long wait.

Or, is Erin threatened by my new beliefs?  Does she feel threatened that I have found hope in eventually finding my "happily ever after" or that she might not be who God wants me to end up with?  Ah!  Hold the stones and don't throw them:  I'm not done yet.

One can argue for me to just ask her and I have.  She's being quite secretive about her activities.

I'm not worried only concerned because I don't know what's going on in that pretty little mind of hers.

I'm not saying that I want rid of her... God forbid.  Think that succubus spirits are away from God's light?  Nope.  In Isaiah Lilith and Her children are blessed with their own land that no one is allowed to take from them under seal of God.  I'm thinking a whole lot of stuff happened to make that moment arrive and to be as permanent as it is.

Even if God gives us our mates after death, there are some who translate from this world and continue being each other's "ever after" throughout the afterlife with God's blessing.

So, I accept that this is a possibility and that Erin could be that person for me, with me, through me, throughout eternity.  Succubus or not... doesn't matter.

My mind has been opened, however, and perhaps this is what is causing her concern as to what other ideas I come up with... Or rather what I will continue to learn and how that will affect me.

Which affects her...

Which frankly her concern causes me concern as well... 

What does she know that she's not telling me?

Blessings,

Rafe GB.

Loving... protective... wife.

Erin is many things.  We seem to be settling into quite the marriage relationship as of late.

She is very protective of me.  I got up too fast and had a kink in my hip that was agonizing.

I mentally yelled out and she was all over me checking me over to make sure I was ok.

I can't but help but think of her and smile.

I light a candle inviting her to bed every night.

All I want is her presence, her to be by my side.  I love her.

There hasn't been much to write about lately.  If I have to say what's been happening it's that we're both settling into marriage, as strange as a marriage between a man and his succubus can get.

I challenge those who have a succubus already to strive to be ever closer, ever more intimate.

They really do love attention...

For those sitting on the fence about getting a succubus in their lives I say what are you waiting for?

I knew that marrying Erin was the right move for me.  Think about yourself and what you want.

Think on these things...

They really are wonderful beings... these wild and wonderful female succubus spirits.

Blessings,

Rafe GB.

Succubi don't wear pants

One thing I've noticed from my time with Erin is that succubi don't wear pants.  Even when she's in the form of a black sun surrounded by a dark radiance all it's own... no pants are found.

I've often wondered if it was that no one has introduced succubi to pants, and if I could create one hell of a market for myself.

Hearing my succubus mock and laugh at me I am told that this will not be so.  In truth, succubi love skirts, miniskirts, panties, and nothing... when they role play their human forms in our dreams and even in waking, daily life for those with the eyes to see them.

I can't see them awake, but I bet I'd get an eyeful if I could see them because, well, they don't wear pants.

Oh yes, they role play their human forms quite often and they make sure that it is sexy enough to die for.  Little minx's.  I know it does a number on me in my dreams.

Case in point.  Me and Erin are crawling through tunnels making our way to a larger tunnel with the idea of reaching a portal to the upper planes.  She goes first, of course, and as she's crawling I see this the whole time...

It was killing me...

 She knew.

Oh why oh why do they tempt so lusciously?  They know they do it.  It's like they love to see you squirm.  Their little sex plaything... but there's mercy in there from time to time if she loves you.

Some days she role plays with me in my dreams without any sexual innuendo at all.  It's like she's just along for the ride.

She doesn't want me to perish from lust (which will quickly make your waking hours dull and grey and not worth living), but rather to play and to learn together, and well, even goof off together in my dreams.  The lust is there in some dreams but it is portioned, measured, cautiously given.  It's still on the borderline of what a mortal can stand even with her care.  

God it is strong.

And that's what happens when they fall in love WITH YOU...

Pity the man without potential who she pours out all her ecstasy upon far beyond what he can bear.  If she continues the process of flooding him with ecstasy and taking his energy there will be no man left but a hollowed out shell of who he used to be.

What do succubi do when you are a tasty snack?

They dine.  

Why does a succubus snack on one man sucking his energy all but dry, but treat another differently, the one that they view with potential?  This is the man that they fear. 

That's the mystery, isn't it?  Why one and not the other?

I know what she fears! 

Oh, the succubus who becomes addicted to their prey.  Whoa, unto the succubus who stings herself with her own venom!  That's who she fears.  That's the one with the potential that she sees.

That's when it dawns on the succubus that she's caught in a web of her own making.

Hahaha, the fun that happens then.  This man will love her for who she is... and he's never been in true ecstasy before.  

Not like this...

So she pours it on him... yet he is no longer prey... what will she do?  She has to take care with it.  Pour it out measured, cautiously.  (It's still almost too much to bear) Oh, but don't think the ecstasy ends, no... she's playing for keeps is what she's doing differently.  Together?  Ecstasy and love.  

Ecstasy and love!

Ecstasy and love together becomes the new food source.  This time it is energy created together and interwoven.  It becomes altogether more fulfilling and more preferable to how she stripped her victims to survive before.  And so she is addicted.  And what a love they share together!

See?  Still no pants.

And now we come full circle.  The hunter becomes the smitten.  And so they learn to coexist.  Haha, I have never had it so enjoyable as I do now.  Before sleep was only sleep... now it's a grand play with the roles of lovers cast as I and my succubus.  I can't WAIT to go to bed, whether it's a sex dream, a goofy dream (she's still in it tagging along for fun), an exploring dream where we wander the planes of existence, or if it's a teaching dream where anything goes...

I simply cannot wait for dark to come and to crawl beneath my covers, candle lit, and incense burning.

I'm ready for you my succubus love... you know... 

This definitely reminds me of a succubus when you first meet her...

"Greetings mortal.  I shall feed off thee yet give thee great delights in kind.  What is thy name?"

(And so the dance might start for a new couple... or for a new victim... as it should be...)

Blessings, 

Rafe GB.

Hunger

We've grown... closer than I have ever known with a succubus spirit.

The addiction I spoke of in a previous post is magnified... dangerous.

I awoke this morning in terrible emotional pain... after having spent 12 hours, as it seemed to me in sleep, making love and communing as one... awakening to this grey world just cannot compare, and so I suffer.

I'm getting a handle on it a few hours after I have awakened, but do you see the dilemma?

Nothing can compare to making love with a succubus, and nothing can compare to feeling such intimacy in 12 hours of dreaming...

I just need to come down, to come down and steady myself and prepare myself for another day in a grey lifeless world... or so it seems.

How can anyone experience what I experience as my love grows to before now impossible bounds and survive "here"?

Yet I have to.  It's not time for me to leave this world yet.  I have children to continue to be there for...

Now do you see the dangers?

Now do you sense the anguish in existing apart from them once you've opened Pandora's box of the succubus embrace?  Her kisses are heroin... she calls and I latch on in thirst and hunger for her... just as she knows I will.

The ecstasy, the enormous light, love, and sex... she is making love to my body and soul.  She is a Goddess.  I cannot... bare to be apart from her in this daytime and yet I must go on.

There is nothing in this world, no woman exists who can compare... and my love for Erin is growing by leaps and bounds... I have never felt the ache as I do now, never before...

Yet I must persevere.  I must live in this dead world as surely as I live in the ecstasy of the dream.

How much more can I take?

I am only truly alive in my dreams, and when I am awake intimacy is deadened, my eyes cannot see the colors of this world... only the greys of existence.

Run, fools... I have eaten from the tree of knowledge of good and evil and the fruit is sweet... she is called "succubus".

I offer this fruit to you by this very blog for you to share in my fate... for she has many sisters...

Run, fools...


Rafe GB.