I am working with an incubus for the first time. The sex is very different than what I have experienced with deities and demons. But then, each of them also have their own way of making love to me.
Working with N____l for the first time. A friend gave me his name and told me about him. He came to me as a very gently surging fire within, coaxing me again and again to a little deeper arousal, a little bit more pleasure. He urged me at just the right pace to build pleasure, a slightly pressured energy that did not jerk or shake.
My favorite kind of physical pleasure.
This perfect tailoring of the pleasuring I most love created a level of trust and relaxation that added to the slow and even ascent of orgasmic energy.
When I was close to orgasm, I was still relaxed, hanging over the pillows in a swoon.
The orgasms were waves and waves of this slightly pressured energy, surging upward like a hidden tide, carrying me again and again on a swell of passion and pleasure.
Night before last, I called to him again. I lay back on my bed, awaiting his touch on my body.
He came onto the bed next to my feet. How do I know? I could not see him.
He pressed deeply into the bed next to my foot. It was unmistakable. There is no way I made this up.
Then again, ten seconds later, pushing down into the mattress next to my foot. I looked, but I could not see him.
“I want to see you.” He did not appear.
He covered me with his subtle body, and I was filled with pleasure and desire.
He “spoke” to me without words.
He said, “I am real. I am here.”