Fantasy An Incubus affair

[naag.champa]

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After a long day I could not help but felt the anticipation growing deep in me. By the time my Mom retired for the night I had butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to experience everything this time and consciously what had been happening to me all these nights. I knew he would definitely come to me. There is a big mirror on the wall. I stood in front of it. I discarded every stitch of clothing I was wearing and I spent a good time admiring myself.

Long hair, slender body, breasts that never failed attention from men... I am beautiful. I looked at the clock; five minutes past eleven in the night. Perhaps it was too early for my secret admirer to visit. I don’t know why but I seemed to be convinced with this thought.

So I slipped into my night gown again… I shall definitely undress and this time it would for him to see… and I turned on my lap top and slipped into a nightgown... nothing else but the double breasted night gown and I poured two glasses of rum; one for me and one for him, the one intruding on me.

I covered them with coasters... I am not touching them until he was here.

 I searched the web while I was waiting for him, I needed to know more on the subject so I searched using a single word –Incubus!

As I read through the true stories, eerie accounts and fabricated tales; it became obvious to me that yes, I had already experienced most of the things that I was reading.

I would be sexually pleasured for the entire night and someone and something would make me forget everything that happened as soon as I woke up; but now I could remember a few bits and pieces of what I had been going through and realizes that it were these moments at night that seemed to fill me up with an uncanny energy in the mornings.

As I read through the true stories, eerie accounts and fabricated tales; it became obvious to me that yes, I had already experienced most of the things that I was reading.

I would be sexually pleasured for the entire night and someone and something would make me forget everything that happened as soon as I woke up; but now I could remember a few bits and pieces of what I had been going through and realizes that it were these moments at night that seemed to fill me up with an uncanny energy in the mornings.

Why did they say incubus would drain a woman of energy... there was nothing sadistic in my encounters as far as I remember...damn I am starting to feel sleepy. Too much stain on the eyes. It was Aunt Jessie’ss endless blabbering that seems to have drained me... She is not a ghost but wealthy acquaintance of my mother... she has the energy to talk the ears off...  I sipped the rum I had poured and covered with coasters, it was a big sip that filled my mouth fully... and I froze... hey I wanted to wait for him before the drink...  but yes he was already there! I could sense his presence because now I felt I was being watched.

I realized that I was not alone in the room… it was un unseen presence and I was certain of it.
Someone was scanning every inch of my body... I felt a deep urge to jump into bed and drift into oblivion... he wanted me to sleep while he wanted to do me... but no... I want to stay awake... I want to remember... I thought and he heard that…

My eyes grew wide when I saw the other glass of rum that I poured for him was now uncovered already. I downed the rum which was still in my mouth and those butterflies in my stomach came alive... I started to feel a telepathic connection with him which gradually grew stronger.  He seemed to be convinced that I would not be afraid... I would not back away.... I wanted to remain conscious unlike the other nights ... He had already accepted my offering of the rum and my body... I took another shot, this time from the glass I poured for him... at last the wait was over he came to me and leaned my head in front and sighed deeply.

Continued…