Archive-name: Dreams/fantasy.015
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Archive-title: The Succubus
On awakening one dreary morning last winter, I felt more tired
than when I had gone to bed the prior night. This lethargy
continued for several days until I decided to see my doctor
about it. Her comprehensive examination revealed no evident
problem until she examined my penis. Her touch caused me to
harden and she reacted by smiling and saying, "Now, I can
really get a good look at it!"
After a long examination consisting of feeling and looking at
it from my glans to my testicles, she said "You must stop
allowing your lover to bite you when she gives you head." That
really surprised me and I told her that I had broken up with
my girl friend and had not seen her for over a month. She
shook her head in disbelief and said, "Then you are being
visited and drained by a Succubus!"
She explained that according to medieval encyclopaedias, a
Succubus is supposed to be a demon lover who copulates with
their male victims and screws them to death over a several
month period., and that death can not be prevented since the
victim never awakens during the visit.
Depressed but not beaten, I took the next plane to New Orleans
and visited a Voodoo Queen and purchased some gris gris.
After returning home, I placed the gris gris all around my bed
and retired. Later, I was awakened by a loud scream and saw a
beautiful young woman sitting on my bed, sobbing and moaning.
Her naked body was the most voluptuous one I had ever seen.
Her long blond hair capped a very pretty face, and even
through her tears, I see her brilliant violet soulful eyes.
Fearing that she was only an apparition, I reached out to
touch her and my fingers connected with the most velvety skin
that I had ever felt! I asked her, "Who - What are you?
What are you doing in my bed?"
Between her sobs, she told me that she was a Succubus who had
been doomed in the 13th century by an evil wizard for being
frigid on their wedding night, into an eternity of screwing
strange men to death. The curse could be broken only if she
could achieve an orgasm, and while she had sent innumerable
men to their graves, she had never experienced relief because
a Succubus never wakens their victim and can achieve no
pleasure from a sleeping mate.
The gris gris which I had placed around my bed had held her
captive after making love to me and it was now holding her.
I told her that I felt that I could help her to end her curse
and reached out to her.
She fell into my embrace and coldly allowed me to preen her
hair with my hands. I kissed her ear lobe and licked the
inside of her ear. After a short while, she relaxed a little
and I continued to kiss my way slowly around her neck, to the
nape, and on around and up to her mouth. She was still cool to
my kisses but I continued to explore and to probe her
wonderful body. (She might be cool - but I was EXCITED!)
I moved on to her marvelous breasts and kissed her nipples.
Suddenly, when I kissed a spot below her navel, she quickened
and gave a little gasp.
I placed my hand between her thighs and touched her love
button, and gladly discovered that she was throbbing!
My finger circled her clitoris and then slipped into her
moistening vagina which was hot and beginning to contract and
to vibrate. When I placed my tongue on her clit, she moaned,
"Oh Yes!", and after a moment, she urged me to enter her.
It was paradise! She had a "snapper" - a pussy that
continuously contracted and sucked at my penis during coitus.
She asked to get on top and after we rolled, she began to pump
and with each thrust, I felt a glowing sensation and finally
an overwhelming desire to come.
As I climaxed, I could feel her achieving hers and as she
relaxed, she collapsed into my arms.
The curse was finally broken! She would be able to live out a
normal life span.
Fortunately, she chose to remain with me as my lover and now
instead of screwing me to death, we are jointly screwing until
death. There is a world of difference in those two statements!
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