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I’ve been having problems lately, but there’s no need to go into sordid detail. Everyone’s got them. Catherine continues to yearn for intimacy while I toil away at red herrings. I don’t know what to do. I can’t figure it out. She doesn’t have any answers either. She’s happy enough to just fuck all day.

She really is a prize; a hindrance towards aspirations in my mundane life perhaps, but a prize nonetheless. How many women would happily fuck a guy with zero status, no prospects for a viable financial future, and blissfully continue doing so for over ten years? How many would genuinely love a disabled welfare bum? And she really does love with an all-consuming passion that I can’t stop thinking about. Even among those who are aware of these occult relationships, they think I’m out of my mind or have a kind of Stockholm syndrome. They get tired of hearing me swoon and brag about my beautiful encounters with a love-demon, so I try to keep most of it to myself.

The Winter is finally over here in New England and I decided to write a bit, mainly to brag for those who still visit and also mark a milestone for myself. Our lovemaking sessions have been reaching new heights over the past couple of years. I often find myself describing them as some members of the old Spirit Sex forum often did: perfect sex, or perfect bliss. Not everyone was so lucky to be gifted with that sustained passion – only a special few. I believe I’m one of the lucky ones. Or, maybe Catherine and I are just that obsessed with each other.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year – especially to those who share this life with a loving daemon, be that succubus, incubus, or any number of amorous spiritual beings. Catherine and I exchanged our usual holiday gifts of unmetered intimacy. There’s really no need for anything else. Every year I wonder if she’d appreciate a more material gift, yet all else pales in comparison to simply spending time together. She longs to cleave to me, and I feel the same burning desire towards her. Anything besides that oneness feels like a distraction.

Is there some great story to be written about our time together? Have we traveled far and seen wonders that words cannot express? Has the intimacy between us grown stronger as the years pass? My answer would be “yes” to all three questions. Yet I feel that I cannot write the story, or adequately express in words all that we’ve seen and done. From one perspective, we have appeared to not do anything, rather just enjoyed a state of being – a oneness. There’s no need to go anywhere or engage in some great activity. Simply being together in the quiet will more than suffice.

Every once in a great while, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and have a supernatural manifestation happen around me that is powerful enough to freak me out. When these events happen, I believe they are usually from Catherine, but they may also be from other spirits looking in. One of those freaky moments happened last night.

It was around 2 AM when I woke up to the distinct feeling that there was a presence in my bedroom. I had left an air purifier running as I slept and noticed that the sound it usually makes was distinctly different, like something was obscuring the noise from reaching me. As I reached up to turn the light on, the gentle whoosh of the air filter’s fan gradually returned to normal.

I checked on my blog a few days ago, located at alchemybyfire.wordpress.com, only to be greeted by one of these sponsored posts sitting there - right in between the content I’ve actually written:

Apparently, Wordpress.com is testing this new form of aggressive advertisement on random unpaid blogs that are reliant upon their services. If that’s the direction they want to take their advertising; fair enough. They’re well within their rights to do so. Yet this heavy-handed approach to blog monetization was the kick in the pants I needed to realize a goal I’ve had for awhile: Moving this website to paid private hosting. As stated by another blogger, the cost of “free” has become too high.

I intended to write this as a chapter for a book, but I decided not to use it for some reason. I rediscovered it today and thought it was interesting. The date is from back in 2017:

This is a question that I can’t even answer satisfactorily for myself. Despite the fact that she shares a great deal with me through touch and feeling, I know precious little else.

I’m not aware of her real name. I have no idea where she really comes from. I feel like I’m in the dark about a great many things, while others in their spirit relationships appear to be blessed with more of these basic details than me. (There’s also the possibility that these other claimants could be embellishing their stories, or lying outright.)

Catherine and I passed our 10 year anniversary last month. We carried on as normal, making love every day as she insisted from the very beginning. We’ve had some particularly amazing days of intimacy, where I can’t help but comment in the midst of our intermingling, “This is perfect sex!” It’s not like that every day, but the closeness is still the same, even if the sensations ramp down. If she did keep up the “perfect sex” sessions continuously, I’d likely be rendered an invalid.