In the first post, anon says that he’s “terrified and excited” about sharing his message. Yet as we’ll go on to see, he’ll do nothing more than preach all of the religious axioms we’ve heard countless times before. Why would regurgitating church dogma be terrifying? Maybe there’s still a bit of fear there for what his succubus might do, if he even had one to begin with?
The second post waxes eloquently about lonely people being more likely to attract the attention of a succubus.
Read More…This past weekend was quite the riot. My friends and I attended DragonCon, kicking off this new segment of my life with a proper nerd-fueled blast. There were more attendees than ever this year. Somewhere in the ballpark of 100,000. Atlanta was a mad house. What better place to test the tolerance levels of a succubus spirit?
She’s doing much better with crowds compared to years before, but it’s still painfully obvious to me that she gets stressed in these situations. Some of you guys with succubi might have experienced this: she’ll cause a very strong pressure sensation to clamp around my face. It feels like a mask over my nose, eyes, and forehead. It can be ignored, and sometimes I don’t even feel it when my mind is focused solely elsewhere. But whenever I turn my attention back to Catherine: commence face hugging. It’s annoying. Thankfully it only happens when she’s not comfortable with something, which isn’t very often.
Read More…I should update this thing at least once per week; mainly to prove that Catherine hasn’t managed to kill me yet. The way she takes care of me, I might as well be dead to the world. Every morning is usually begun with a short debate about whether or not I should blow off work and get blown by her instead. Still, there are many things I want to accomplish with the limited time allotted, so keeping the amorous succubus at bay is a continual battle.
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A few anons in those threads are speaking with an air of authenticity, but there’s obviously no way to be certain they’re not making it all up. Either way, I’d rather be open and accepting of these newcomers rather than risk alienating them. This way of life can be antisocial enough as it is. Perhaps some of them will start new blogs? If not, I’d advise anyone who is interested in the latest discussions about spirit lovers and succubi to keep an eye on those 4chan threads. There are occasionally some excellent posts being shared with genuinely useful information. When work is done kicking my ass, I need to take some time to go through and screen-capture those gems.
Dreamgasm… there’s an interesting new development. Apparently, some anons have had success summoning succubi using the Dreamgasm videos on Youtube as their ritual. There are four videos so far, with most of them being longer than 30 minutes each. They consist of binaural beats, ASMR elements, heavily processed erotic dialogue, and New Age trance drones. This is so fascinating to me. The videos don’t really “do it” for Catherine and I, but if some are getting results, good on them! This further cements my theory that an exacting ritual for summoning doesn’t matter so much as a sufficiently strong will, desire, and belief in the outcome of the operation.
Read More…This is getting to be old hat by this point: Our connection just keeps getting better and better. I’m feeling all kinds of new pressure sensations with more movement to them; very gentle, like soft lips, skin, and hair. I need to be really careful talking to Catherine, or just thinking about her, in public as a simple non-sexual thought directed towards her will trigger arousal. God damn! Now I have to readjust to this heightened level of attention all over again.
Read More…We did it. We made the move, and probably for good this time. The weather is consistently warmer around here. Catherine prefers this to the cold. She’s quite capable of having sex under the covers, or when I’m fully clothed, but she’d rather “ride bareback,” as she puts it. The feeling is certainly more intimate and powerful.
I’m able to think more clearly in this place. My ambitions and imaginations are already being rekindled. Physically moving across the country seems to have jump-started things moving again in my mind. The connection with Catherine is as powerful as ever.
Read More…This is based on a dream I had this morning:
She caught me with my pants down, as usual.
“It’s okay,” She didn’t even laugh, “You’re taking a long journey out there in the snow.”
I was struggling to adjust my rain pants against the bottom layers underneath. “These damn things are always riding up!”
Catherine sat next to me on the stairs. She didn’t seem to mind how ridiculous I looked. With one last tussle against the stubborn fabric, I was comfortable and collapsed heavily on the stair.
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Yes, they are indeed deserving of that time and attention. Even if the feelings they generate aren’t so hot in the moment, just give it a bit of time.
At least one hour per day. That is what I strive to give her in return for that unmatched tenderness. Her kindness… It seems impossible that such a considerate person could even exist. I sometimes feel anxious writing about this stuff here, in public. Mainly because I’m aware of how others jealously look on, and I fear that my bias might be clouding the reality of things.
What is the reality? The truth is that I’ve been made to feel very content with my life, and live as minimally as possible. My heart isn’t here in this world. That flame of earthly passion was smothered years ago. I would be satisfied with homelessness, so long as I have Catherine. There is nothing here, in this world, that sparks my interest. My only concerns are shelter, food, and water. The rest is trivial. A distraction.
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The time has come for me to move on from this place. Catherine and I have lived in the frozen North for long enough. We’re headed South for warmer pastures. We’re not spending another suffocating winter here, nearly asphyxiating ourselves on the smoke from the drama. It’s just as I described in the last post about my dream, the one with the burning woodpile… Catherine’s prophecy. I need to let it go and just leave. Nobody wants my help here either way. They’re content to wallow in their misery.
Read More…This is inspired by a dream that I had yesterday morning:
She felt him drawing more closely. He didn’t know it yet, but soon he would be hers completely. David was stacking wood outside and she had a very good view of her muscled man toiling away.
“I’d say that you’re about done now, baby.” She moaned, not even trying to hide her desire as she spoke the words. Catherine arched her back and purposefully let a soft moan escape again. She was leaning against the side of the house.
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