So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!

~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade

"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

I hurt myself see if i still feel......I focus on the pain......the only thing thats real......The needle tears a hole.....the old familiar sting........try to kill it all away..........but I remember everything........what have I become, my sweetest friend .........everyone i know, goes away in the end.......and you could have it all, my empire of dirt........I will let you down..........I will make you hurt..........I wear this crown of thorns.....upon my liars chair......full of broken thoughts.........I cannot repair..........beneath the stains of time........the feelings are someone else..........I am still right here.........What have I become, my sweetest friend..........everyone I know, goes away in the end...........and you could have it all, my empire of dirt..........I will let you down............I will make you hurt...........if I could start again, a million miles away..........I will keep myself..........I would find a way.......NINE INCH NAILS

Thursday, July 28, 2005
Nocturnal Emissions

Kate was 25 when she moved into the Shore house. It was a Victorian house that sat on a cove in Kittery Maine. She had seen it for sale on-line and fell in love with it, but never believed she would own it. It was just a fantasy; a beautiful 5 bedroom, 3 bath home with a small carriage house and an acre of wooded land facing the cove. She sent the seller an e-mail asking about it and the cost; the response came back "There is a minor pest problem, hardly noticeable. Other than that, it is in 'move in' condition. I am asking $350, 000 dollars". She knew that there was no way that she could afford that much so didn't pursue it any further. Three months later she received an e-mail from the seller notifying her that a family emergency necessitated that they liquidate their holdings and offered the house to her for $175,000. She was surprised and she really wanted it, but even $175,000 was beyond her ability. She copied the picture of it from the ad and made it the screen saver on her computer; she studied that house and every window in it (on occasion she swore she could see someone standing staring back) trying to imagine the room it looked into. It became an obsession.

It was late May, when she got another e-mail from the seller. This time there was a sense of desperation in its content, "We are willing to listen to any offer at this point; our emergency has made it critical that we sell the house as soon as possible. Please call us if you have any interest." There was a phone number and a name, Mr. Dick Johnson. She stared at the e-mail, left her desk and returned with a Stolhi rocks in her hand. She looked at his e-mail, took a big swallow of the ice cold vodka and dialed the number. The phone rang twice before he answered, "hello". She wanted to hang up but took another swallow of nerve medicine. "Is this Mr. Johnson, Mr. Dick Johnson?" His reply was a simple "yes".

She told him about the e-mails and of her interest in the house. She told him how it had become an obsession with her. He told her that his wife had been the same way. She asked questions about it's age, the plumbing and electrical (common everyday questions a buyer might ask a seller) and she asked him about the "pest" problem. He gave her information regarding everything, but when the question about the pest arose he hesitated. "It's kind of hard to explain, there is really no physical damage to the house; its very solid." he said trying to skirt the question which made her even more wary. "Is it termites, rodents, squirrels, what ? I mean you have to disclose any problems it's the law." she said. "You're right I do; its just that this pest is neither a bug or a rodent, it's ....I really don't know... something 'supernatural'." The words came hard to him.

She listened and sipped at the vodka, "You mean like a ghost?" Again he hesitated, "Not exactly, I mean its not like we've ever seen anything, In fact I haven't even experienced it; my wife has told me about it and it's unnerved her. It's why I hesitate in talking about it; my wife is generally a very rational woman but this experience has driven her out of the house she loved so much. I'll understand if you aren't interested any more, most people lose interest when they here me talk about this." She downed the last of the vodka and asked how much he was willing to accept, "What can you offer?" he responded. "I need to talk to some people; is it OK if I call you back later tonight or tomorrow?" she asked and he told her it was. She poured another Stolhi and smiled as she sipped on it, "I'm going to buy that house and get it for next to nothing because his wife was scared by Casper" she thought.

She had two friends (Maura and Sue) that she had known forever, they were all like sisters and had often talked about living together; this was their opportunity. She called them and invited them over for drinks and a great opportunity. When they asked what it was, she just said I'll show you when you get here. They arrived about an hour later and after a drink or two she felt the time was right to spring her opportunity on them. "You know how we always talked about living together, well I think I have found a way of doing it." She showed them the ad and told them that originally the house had been $350,000 and now the seller was willing to listen to any offer. She told them of the houses condition and that is when Maura asked "If this house is so wonderful, why hasn't it sold and why is he willing to just let it go for nothing?" Kate smiled and said "Because his wife thinks it's haunted. Seriously, he said she was really frightened and wouldn't live in the house anymore. He told me that he had never experienced anything, but couldn't deny the effect it had on her and so was willing to listen to any offer. I figured this was a dream come true; a large house with ample room and baths and a carriage house if we wanted to use it as an office or studio. The possibilities are endless, but I can't do it by myself, but we could do it together." The women talked about the ghost, but being young and really not that frightened by paranormal stuff, just blew it off saying "We can always call Ghost Busters"

They figured out what their combined rents, utilities, and all other cost incurred while living alone were and decided that this might actually save them money in the long run. They were all pleased at how practical an idea it was and decided to make an offer of $150,000; they knew the house was worth the $350,000 and that if it didn't work they could at least double their investment. Kate called Mr. Johnson back, "I have two friends who are willing to invest in the house with me, but all we can offer is $150,000." The words were still echoing in the room when he said, "I have no choice other than to accept, my wife was hospitalized today and I hope the news of the sale might help her" . Kate turned to her friends and smiled and shouted "We got it!". They spent the rest of the night celebrating and planning.

The next day Kate made arrangements to meet with Mr. Johnson and her friends to make the offer formal. They had a friend who was a Realtor do all the paperwork; he was impressed with the deal. The title search was done and the financing secured; the banker said the woman who had been sent to the house to appraise the property had a weird experience, "She said it was like someone was kissing her. She said the house was fabulous, but she was mystified by the feeling she had." Kate looked at her friends and smiled, "Oh goody, Casper is a friendly ghost. Maybe he's good looking too." They all laughed. On the day of the closing the women went to the title office to sign all the papers; it was then that they met Mrs. Johnson. Though they knew he was in his mid to late 40's, she appeared to be in her late 60's. Kate thought it must have been a May/September romance. In truth Melony Johnson was five years younger than her husband. The papers were signed and the Johnsonís and the three women parted company.

The women drove straight to the house. They had done a walk through and had often just parked in front of it, but now it was theirs. They threw open the front door and walked in; Kate broke out a bottle of Champaign and some plastic cups and the three toasted their new life.

After the toast each had the feeling of lips on their cheek as if they had been given a gentle kiss. Though it was a strange experience, it wasn't a malevolent one and Kate said, "Casper, is a player." They walked through every room sipping the Champaign and assigning spaces. They went out to the carriage house and tried to imagine how it might be utilized, but decided it was better to just let it be for the time being and concentrate on getting settled. Combining the three households was actually pretty simple, they found they had several of the same items so they were able to nicely furnish the house and have enough left over to have a good "tag" sale.

It was held on a beautiful summer weekend. It was a combination house warming and tag sale. They had friends, family, neighbors and tourist passing through show up. All in all it was a great weekend, they met their closest neighbors who eyed the young women suspiciously and they met Mildred Perkins the Post Mistress and town historian/gossip. Mildred was in her early 60's and had been born and raised in the Kittery. She knew everyone's story and wasn't afraid to share the information or embellish it. The women asked her if she knew anything about their ghost. "Oh, you knew about that and bought the house anyway, I'm surprised. The Johnson's had no idea , they had purchased it at an estate sale 10 years ago. They were a beautiful couple in their 30's with all kinds of plans, but then Mrs. Johnson started having strange experiences and was in and out of the hospital". "In their 30's" Kate said, ďWell maybe him then but she has to be 20 years older than him." "Oh no Hon, she was younger than him and beautiful. She had red hair, green eyes and a shape that turned every manís head; she just kind of fell apart over those ten years. No one not even the doctors could figure out what happened. They had her put in the mental ward because she kept talking about the ghost and that it was molesting her. Mr. Johnson and the doctors felt she was delusional and paranoid, but none of the medications or shock treatment worked. He wanted his wife more than the house so decided to sell. None of the locals would have the place and no local agent would list it so he sold it himself. It is a beautiful house, but it does have a reputation."

There was a silence when she finished that could have been cut with a knife, but was broken when Mike and Julie Koff announced they had to leave. As the three walked their guest to their car, Julie said, "I think your ghost likes me, he patted my ass when I was in the bathroom washing up." "He's a player " Kate said, "He likes anything in a skirt". "Well he has big hands, if that's an indication of anything else." Julie said , with a grin. Kate looked at her and smiled "I'll let you know if we ever get that far, actually I like my men to have a little more substance." The friends kissed and the three waved as their guest drove off, "Does Mace work on ghost?" Maura asked. The women returned to their remaining guest and when the guest left moved the remaining tag sale items into the carriage house.

The women went into their home, lit a fire in the fireplace (even though it was summer) and opened a bottle of wine. They talked about the weekend , their friends, the money they made and about the ghost. Maura was a 27 year old artist whose work had received some notoriety, she was the tallest of the three with a nice figure and a bookish appearance. Sue was the youngest at 23, about 5'3" and was very curvy. She was a computer programmer and had created computer games which were beginning to sell. Kate was 5'8" and had a gypsy look to her. Her full breasts and nicely rounded hips gave her an hour glass figure, that made men lust for her. She was a graphic artist who had opened her own agency doing freelance graphics for some major ad agencies. These three young women were all very bright, all very attractive and not at all superstitious. But all three had been affected by the Johnson's story. Given Mildred's reputation for adding details, they believed it was just her idea of a good "ghost story". As the fire dimmed and the last of the wine was sipped they said good night, locked up the house and went to bed.

Maura slept in a T-shirt and men's boxers, at about one in the morning, she felt as if someone was laying up against her back side, sort of spooning with her. She felt a hand caress her thigh and slowly move up her leg. It moved over her hip and down under her shirt at her belly. She laid there half asleep but fully aware as the hand came up and caressed her petite breasts. The fingers rubbed gently at first and then once her nipples were erect began to squeeze with just enough pressure to excite but not hurt. She felt the figure move closer as it pulled her back and it began to move rhythmically with her. She realized that she was indeed becoming excited, and whoever/whatever was sharing her bed with knew it too. She felt the right hand slide down to her waist and under the elastic of the boxers; it moved over her tummy down and pulled at her thigh. She let her thighs part and felt the hand as it went up the inside of her thigh and then she felt a finger gently part her labia and begin to rub those lips until they became very moist. The finger rubbed higher until it was playing with her engorged clit.

She felt the excitement, she felt her heart racing and she felt her shorts as they were removed from her body. The rhythm of the form behind her slowed momentarily as she felt the hardness of a cock push between her thighs; she did not know if this was a dream, but she knew that she wanted to be taken. She pushed back against the cock and as it parted her pussy she realized the enormous size of this phantom penis. It filled her and went deeper than any man had ever gone; she felt it push against her G-spot and immediately responded. It was amazing, her clit felt it, deep within she felt it and as the rhythm quickened she realized she could not control her body. She began to push down harder on the enormous cock, all the time wanting more. She was moaning and when she came, she screamed, but the scream was muffled as if a hand was over her mouth. She had cum and was cumming again and soon she realized that there was this great pressure inside of her and as she came yet again she could feel the fluids inside of her push out of her and run down her thigh. "My God", she thought "this is amazing and there is no end. Oh My God" she thought the words as she came again and again. She wasn't sure how long it went on or how many times she came; exhausted from the event she just fell asleep.

Sue, slept in baby dolls. She liked the feel of the silk against her skin. She didn't have any idea what time it was when she felt the silk give way to a hand. Her breast were much fuller than Mauraís and enjoyed the hands that fondled them. Her nipples too were teased and then she felt a mouth on one then the other, kissing gently and then sucking voraciously like a hungry child and she wanted to feed it. She felt the baby doll panties being removed and the fingers explore her and enter her, first one and then two; probing and exciting her. She was wet and she felt the mouth leave her nipples and her legs part; she felt the tongue as it ran up her labia and when those lips found her clit she offered it up willingly. The sucking was intense and the fingers penetrating her pushed deeper until she was about to climax and then within the course of a half second she felt her body rolled so that she was on her belly. Legs parted hers and strong hands held hers above her head as she felt the cock come down inside of her.

Her first orgasm was instantaneous. With each stroke he pushed her to her limits and with each climax, she came that much more until she flooded her bed with her cum. Her cries were muffled by the pillow and she kept cumming as if a flood gate had been opened. She was helpless and she wanted to be helpless. When she could give no more, she fell asleep in a fetal position and laid in a pool of cum, oblivious to the wetness.

Kate slept in the nude, the blankets lay at the foot of the bed, because she was hot; she was always hot. Her hair lay about the pillow like a black aura around her beautiful face. The presence took in every inch of her body as it lay there. Unlike the other two, it wanted her to know who it was. It manifested a form and crawled into the bed beside her. It began at her neck; she felt the breath at the base o her ear and felt the gentle biting as it continued down her body. She felt the silk scarf as it bound her hand to the post and still another as her other hand was bound. Her legs were separated and her ankles bound to each side of the foot board. Her dream was hovering above her. She felt the biting continue, no inch was spared and when the mouth reached her neatly trimmed pussy the biting stopped and the licking began. Unlike a manís tongue she felt that it was longer and harder and pressed deep inside of her. She imagined the serpent like tongue as it flicked across her clit the hands she felt were large and the nails on each finger sharp. She felt them as they squeezed her breasts and as the nails dug into her sides. She felt the body as it moved over hers and as the cock parted her pussy she felt its thickness rubbing against her. Like Maura, she felt it go deep and find her g-spot. the mouth found her neck and bit down as the body fucked her into a frenzy. She came as with her room mates kept cumming until she was exhausted. She felt the scarves being removed from her extremities and then she felt the warm breath next to her ear. "I've been expecting you, I felt you looking through the window long before you ever arrived. I will enjoy you." it whispered and then it was gone.

When the women awoke in the morning, the nights activities at first were thought to be some sort of erotic dream. But each awoke to a large wet spot on her sheet, and discovered that she was without her bottoms. There was something else, each had been marked. Maura awoke to find that she had a streak of silver in her hair, Sue had a similar streak, but Kate was covered with bite marks and scratches; which she did her best to cover up before going down to breakfast. When they gathered in the kitchen for coffee there was silence at first, but when the two roommates saw the streaks in each others hair it was broken. "It really happened didn't it?"

Sue said to Maura. "Something happened, I don't know what it was or who it was, but I had the most fantastic sexual experience of my life last night." Maura said smiling. "But what about this?" sue said, pulling at the silver strands of hair. "For God's sake I'm only 23 and I'm turning gray" . "Was it good?" Maura asked. "It was incredible, I have never felt anything like it; I have never gotten gray hairs from it either." "Did you say "No" or "stop?" " Maura asked; to which Sue hung her head and said "No, I was excited and it felt good, but it was a dream I thought, until I saw these." Maura smiled and then advised her friend, "Well next time, if there is a next time try resisting and saying "No". As for me it was amazing and I am assuming safe, since I never heard of a spook with an std. Come to think of it for as many times as I came last night, I don't think it did." "It didn't with me either; as excited as I was I think I would have felt a discharge from something that large." Sue replied and then blushed.

Kate entered the room, dressed with a scarf around her neck. She grabbed a cup of coffee and looked at her friends, "What's up with the silver streaks; is this a Cosmo thing or is there an Emmylou Harris revival taking place?" The two friends sat down at the table and looked at Kate's jet black hair and saw no sign of silver. "It seems our ghost was worn out by the time he got to your door", Maura said. Maura and Sue recounted the events of the previous night and Kate sat there listening intently. "Its like the house comes with a built in sex machine, whose only goal is to please us, and as far as we can tell the only down side is the gray hairs it left behind." Maura said. Kate seemed surprised on the outside, but on the inside she thought, "well at least I can cover up the signs of my indiscretion." and then said "Wow, well maybe tonight will be my turn ; I can only hope. " With that she excused herself and went to the office she had set up in one of the spare rooms. She sat down at her computer and pulled up an on-line journal she kept and made the following entry "Well it appears that the house may indeed be haunted by some sex crazed ghost. Apparently he visited each of us last night and took each of us in turn to a new sexual plateau. Sue and Maura had streaks of gray hair and thought I had missed the fun, but they should see my body; it looks like a road map with each major city highlighted in a bite mark. I can't believe how satisfied I was even now I get wet thinking about it. I just hope our ghost doesn't leave us hanging after one night, funny thing is that it never came in any of us. More later, now I must work." She closed the journal and marked the entry private.

That night, the women went to bed (with clean unstained linen), at first they tried staying awake in hopes that the encounter would occur while they were conscious, but as the minutes ticked by each succumbed to sleep. At about one AM the events of the previous night began again. This time Maura had prepared and left her boxers off, the spirit found a welcome participant as he slid in behind her. He rolled her onto her back and spread her legs, she did not fight but willingly opened herself to it. She felt fingers spread her labia and she felt the hot breath against her clit as what only could be a tongue began to lick at it, but it wasn't like any normal tongue. This tongue was literally spanking her clit, not in a painful manner but one that brought her to a point of high arousal as it flicked back and forth. Then she felt lips on it and a sucking; in her mind she imagined it swelling in her lovers mouth. The tongue then drove itself deep inside of her and she could feel the same spanking/flicking action against her g-spot while a finger rubbed her clit until she could hold back no more. She came and the ghost drank from her, and when she came again she felt the fluid being sucked from her. The spirit mounted her as she writhed in her bed and with little pressure pushed its large member deep into her. She felt compelled to fuck, she wanted it and she pressed against it with each of its downward thrust. As with the first time it took her until she ejaculated, and as her hot fluid pushed past its cock the spirit disappeared; leaving her yet again in a puddle of her cum and with another streak of gray. There was however an additional mark this time, there were discernible marks at the corners of her eyes; "crows feet" some would call them.

Next he found Sue, she too had decided that her baby doll bottoms were non-essential. She was laying in the middle of the bed with her arms out stretched and her legs spread as if she had prepared her self for her nocturnal visitor. Just at her side there was a little plastic toy, a mini vibe called a pocket rocket. She had become tired waiting for the spirit to enter her, so had decided to entertain herself. There had been one little orgasm so when the apparition entered the room he found her already wet. The next thing she felt was a hand over her mouth, a mouth drawing heavily from her nipple and a finger as it slid inside her already wet pussy. The finger teased her g-sot without mercy and she imagined her breast swelling with milk to feed her visitor. Her excitement was uncontrollable and though she wanted to scream and wake up; she could not. Instead she gave in to the pleasure and let her cum flow freely. The ghost allowed her to cum and cum again and when she thought she could never climax again it entered her. Its thrust were someplace between painful and pleasurable and were deep and she felt that same pressure she had felt before; she knew what was about to occur and she tried to stay it off but couldn't. Her last orgasm drained her completely; she let her eyes close and drifted into a place she had never gone before. She became aware of every inch of her body and with even a slight breeze felt it sexually. She wasn't aware of the spirits departure or of falling asleep; both just happened.

It was almost 4 AM , when the spirit entered Kate's room. He looked at the marks he had left on her the night before and remembered how delicious she was. He laid next to her and smelled her warm fertile body. He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered "Hello My Love, as always I save the best for last and you are the one I chose to have come to Me." The words entered her ear and found their way into her unconscious. She heard them and a smile came to her lips. The phantom drew his hand over her body, softly caressing ever curve. It licked at her nipples, kissed them and began to suck gently. She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly with a soft moan. The kisses began to make their way down her body and even in her sleep she knew their final destination. When its mouth reach her pussy, she felt her legs being parted and just let it happen; it seemed as if they were being elevated and then were resting on two broad shoulders (at least that was the image she saw behind closed eyes. The gentle kisses to her clit aroused her almost as much as the rough sex the night before, she knew there was more to the nights play than this and the anticipation welled inside of her. Her curiosity was soon to be satisfied as the snake like tongue delve deep inside of her. It swelled in her until it was larger than most menís cocks and as the spirit drew it in and out the tip of it rubbed at her g-spot. Soon she gave her partner what it sought and let her cum flow; the tongue became almost like a straw as it siphoned her sweet fluids from her. Again and again it took her in this manner and she gave of herself willingly.

When its thirst was satisfied, it withdrew its tongue and lowered her legs to the bed. Her eyes moved back and forth under the closed lids as her mind searched trying to imagine what would come next. She felt her body being rolled onto her stomach and she felt her legs being spread. Soon she felt its hand as it cupped her ass allowing one finger to enter her pussy. That finger was almost magical in the way it made her respond and as she became wetter the moisture was drawn up between the cheeks of her ass. Soon there was another digit (thumb or finger she couldn't tell) playing in concert with the finger; as the finger drew her fluids out the other would rub them against her anus and gently apply pressure until both orifices were being penetrated fully. She had never been big on anal play, most guys didn't know what they were doing, but this hidden entity knew exactly what to do and she found her orgasms coming from both experiences. Her climaxes were many and her satisfaction great and just when she thought what more can it do, the creature lowered its cock into her pussy. It began fucking her and the finger which had previously been monopolizing that spot was now servicing her other eager orifice. As with the night before she felt this beast bite down on her shoulder and felt the nails of its free hand clawing at her back. She sensed its hunger and wanted to satisfy it, so she gave herself up completely. The dream lasted for what felt like hours as this thing took advantage of her offering and when she felt its cock leave her pussy she thought the creature had been satiated, but that was not the case. It lowered itself into her relaxed ass and she felt herself tighten around it. Every orgasm that followed was a result of this experience and when the last one came and her empty pussy pushed the cum out onto the already wet sheets; she allowed herself to just let it be.

The next morning the women rose later than normal, their exhaustion was evident. They went to the bathroom and each notice some swelling at their pussy. The two roommates looked into their mirrors and first noticed the second streak of gray and then as their eyes focused they saw the lines at the corners of their eyes. It was as if they were aging by years over night. The sexual satisfaction was exacting a price and neither of these young women was happy about it.

They went into the kitchen where they met Kate who again showed none of the same marks. "Isn't this thing visiting you?" Maura asked. "Yes" Kate responded and smiled. "Then why aren't you turning gray; why aren't you showing these lines?" Sue asked as she pointed to the corner of her eye. "I don't know. I only know that it comes and ravages me and I let it. When it begins I hunger for more until I am so wasted that I can do nothing but drift. I want it to take me; I crave it." she said. Maura and Sue didn't know what to make of her or what was happening to them. "What is this thing. It doesn't act like any ghost I ever read about and if it is a ghost a ghost of who?", Maura said. "I know this is crazy, but we could have a seance." Sue offered and Maura responded, "You're right, its crazy. First we don't know the first thing about holding a seance and second I think you need a medium or clairvoyant or some other fruit cake who can see and hear things from the other side. Hell why not just call John Edwards and go on national television and tell the world that as we sleep, something is fucking our brains out and turning us into old women." She turned to Kate who sat at the table and sipped at her coffee, "You were the one who brought us into this house, have you any ideas"

Kate looked up and said, "I don't know why you are so upset; it's not like its trying to scare us. In fact it seems like it wants to satisfy us; how many guys have you dated that thought about that. If you want to know who or what it is, then why not get that Ouji board out of the carriage house; I know it didn't sell at the sale." The other two women looked at each other and Sue made a bee-line for the carriage house "Good sex or not I am not going to let this thing rob me of my youth." she muttered. She dug around the remnants of the sale until she found the box and carried it back to the house. She put the contents on the table; a game board with letters and numbers arranged in an arch and the words yes and no in the corners. The only other thing in the box was a wooden pointer shaped like an iron with a small ball like foot at the three corners. "OK, how does this thing work?" Sue asked. Maura said, "I did it once at a Halloween party and I don't know if it works; we were all pretty drunk. We have to put the pointer in the middle of the board and each just rest a finger on it. Then we take turns asking questions. Supposedly, the spirit answers by spelling out the words or pointing to yes or no, but its like a game and I'm not sure its real" Sue looked into her eyes, and pulled at the gray hair and said "This is real!", then pointed to the corner of her eye and said "These are real, and the swelling between my legs is real. So if this thing can contact that thing I will accept that it is real"

The board was placed on the table with the pointer in the middle. Each of the women put her index finger on it and Sue asked the first question, "Are you a ghost?" The pointer began to gently vibrate and edged its way to the "NO" corner. Each woman withdrew her finger and Maura said, "OK who pushed the pointer?" but her friends looked just as concerned and neither admitted any guilt. They put the pointer back in the middle of the board and Maura asked the second question, "If not a ghost then what are you?". The pointer again began to move only this time it was spelling out a word; I_N_C_U_B_U_S. The women looked at each other and Sue said, "Isn't INCUBUS an alternative rock group?" Maura said "Yes, but they had to get their name from someplace." and then got up and left the table. She returned with a dictionary and began thumbing through the pages. When she found the word she read the following out loud, " Main Entry: in∑cu∑bus

Pronunciation: 'i[ng]-ky&-b&s, 'in-

Function: noun

Inflected Form(s): plural in∑cu∑bi /-"bI, -"bE/; also -bus∑es

Etymology: Middle English, from Late Latin, from Latin incubare

1 : an evil spirit that lies on persons in their sleep; especially : one that has sexual intercourse with women while they are sleeping -- compare SUCCUBUS"

She rapidly started flipping the pages until she found SUCCUBUS and read, "Main Entry: suc∑cu∑bus

Pronunciation: -b&s

Function: noun

Inflected Form(s): plural suc∑cu∑bi /-"bI, -"bE/

Etymology: Middle English, from Medieval Latin, alteration of Latin succuba paramour, from succubare to lie under, from sub- + cubare to lie, recline

: a demon assuming female form to have sexual intercourse with men in their sleep -- compare INCUBUS". "Fuck!" Sue said. We are being taken by a demon, isn't that like a minon of Satan or something?" "Yes it is or something like that, but I don't understand it gives us pleasure but never cums. What kind of demon is this?" Maura asked. Kate looked at her and smiled, "A sexually dysfunctional demon? I don't know, ask it". The women returned to the pointer.

Maura asked, "Why do you pleasure us and never cum?" Suddenly the pointer started moving about the board rapidly. when it was done, the demon had replied, "You give Me strength and when I am strong enough I will cum in the one I want." The women looked at each other and realized the same question loomed in each of their minds. Sue asked it though, "Which one of us do you want?". It seemed as though the pointer wasn't going to move again, but when it did, it didn't point to anything on the board. Instead it went off the board and seemed to be dragging its host with it. When it settled it was pointing and the two other women were staring at Kate. Kate looked at them and laughed, "OK that was fun, lets do a crystal ball next. I have a dead great uncle whose fortune was never found." The other two women weren't amused. "I'm not going to spend another night in this house and as far as I'm concerned you can put it on the market tomorrow" Sue said. "She's right, what ever is going on here is bad business and I for one do not want to feed myself to this thing so it can rock your world" Maura said looking at Kate. "For Christ sake are you two telling me, that you are afraid of the bogey man." Kate responded, but her question fell on deaf ears.

Maura and Sue went up to their rooms and when they returned they were each carrying suitcases. "This thing is dangerous and is going to hurt you. You need to pack and get out." Maura told Kate, but Kate just poured another cup of coffee and sat down at the table. "I love this house and so far nothing has happened to me to make me change my mind. Leave if you must, but I don't want to and I don't want to sell. I will find a way to buy you out, I'll never leave; this is my home." The two friend s continued to try to convince her but as the sun began to set their own fears superseded their concern for their friend. "We're going back to the city; we'll be at the Westin, call us in the morning and let us know you are all right." Maura said as they exited the house. Kate shrugged, ďSure, I'll call as soon as get up. I think you two are crazy, but its your choice." "We love you.", Sue called out as she got in her car. Kate watched the fading headlights disappear along with the sun and said "Whatever."

It had been a long day and the quiet of the empty house made her nervous. She turned on the TV and watched an old movie "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir". It was a classic black and white movie about a woman who moves into a house haunted by a handsome sea Captain. It was a great love story and in the end she dies an old lady but he is waiting for her and when united she is young again. "What a fitting movie" she thought. She had drank several glasses of wine during the movie and was tired. She went upstairs and took off her clothes, then stood in front of the full length mirror. She was beautiful and as she looked at the red lines and bite marks left by the spirit, she thought "I am his canvas, he is an artist." She went to the bathroom and realized that she had begun her period. She had not noticed the usual cramping because of the unusual sex, but there it was. She put a tampon in and went to bed.

There were no others in the house that night. The phantom went directly to her room and sensed her condition. As he slid his body next to hers and placed his hand on her, she whispered "I'm bleeding" The phantom put his mouth next to her ear and said, "I know. I have been waiting for this; hungering for this." It spread her legs as it had done the night before and pulled the tampon out. It let its tongue down into her waiting pussy and she responded. She had always been at her horniest during her period, but not many of her lovers had enjoyed the experience. She knew that she was pleasing it and wanted to; she felt her excitement grow and knew with each orgasm that her cum was now mingling with the blood and could feel the spirit drinking her in. The more she gave the greater its thirst seemed to be. There was something different this time that made her more aware; this time she wasn't asleep.

"I want you in me" she said. "I know what you are and I welcome you, I want you." The Incubus heard her and as she came once again, it drew its tongue from her and said "Do you?" He slid his form over her and lowered his cock into her; she raised her legs and wrapped them around her paramour. As he moved, she moved and she did not resist; as her climaxes grew she felt his mouth on her breast trying to take in her nipple. "Let me ride you as you have ridden me and then you may also drink from my breast; I know you have the power to bring forth my milk and drink from me like a new born. Please let me feed you, and please you." The Incubus was entranced by this woman, never before had one so freely given herself. he rolled onto his back letting her down on his cock; he drew her nipple in and did indeed bring forth her mother's milk. As he suckled like an infant she rocked on his massive cock, with each climax she desired more and she felt his arousal grow. He could not stop, his thirst could not be quenched and she continued to let him drink.

As she rocked she could feel the change taking place in his cock; it was almost as if he were human as she felt his cock fill and she knew that this time he too would cum. She rocked harder almost without any control she raised her self up on her feet and kept thrusting herself down on him . Harder and faster and her pussy was dripping wet so that her cum was bathing his cock with each thrust. Soon the incubus gave in to her control, his cock swelled and when he released his cum into her it was as if a fire hose had been turned on. She felt the hot liquid as it filled her and then she felt it as it entered her veins. Her blood was on fire and she knew that he had merged with her. The beast also knew that they had become one spirit in two forms. When she rose up and let his cock slide from her pussy; there was only one thing left to do. She knelt over the Incubus and slowly drew its cock into her mouth; she tasted her own cum (a familiar and pleasant taste) and that of her phantom lover. His was like an intoxicant that any other time might have rendered her helpless, but now she was much like him and impervious to the elixir.

She sucked from him and felt him begin to swell yet again, this time it was the Incubus writhing with pleasure. Her mouth drew him in deeper until his cock was well down her throat, she felt his cock begin to swell with his juices and just as he was about to cum she bit down and severed his member from its unholy body. In a single motion she bit and swallowed.

The creature cried out, "Why!" and before it faded from the room she replied, "Because I have always enjoyed swallowing, but I really never wanted to share my house with someone who would fuck my friends" When the Incubus was gone, she showered and brushed her teeth. She stood in front of the mirror and saw that all the marks were gone from her body. She was beautiful and very much desired. She called her friends in the morning and told them that she had exorcised the beast. She asked if there was any change in their appearance and she could hear Sue in the background shouting "Oh my God the gray is gone, the lines too" and she heard Maura say "I guess its over." "Are you too little girls coming home then?" Kate asked "Now that the big bad bogey man is gone." The women told her they were on their way.

The roommates returned and life went on, but within three months Kate began to show signs of being pregnant. She knew whose it was and decided to have the child. She had studied about Incubuses and read that Merlin of King Arthur's court had been the son of an Incubus. There was one other side affect from the merging. She had grown to have an insatiable sexual appetite. Her partners were many, but none lasted very long. She was more than capable of satisfying any man's sexual appetite and always wanted more. Her lovers however seemed to age with each experience an were seldom able to keep up past the third encounter.

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I have been both a Master and Dom in the BDSM lifestyle for 40 years. I am currently in Sin City, (Las Vegas, Nevada), but I have plied my art all over the country and yes, the giving of pain and pleasure is an art.

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I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent,or wiser. I do not dominate because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.

I am your Master only after earning your trust and and embracing your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.

You are a woman. You are not weak and inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind, and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.

We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.

You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present the control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty and the faithfulness of your heart.

You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you.

What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.

I dominate only because you have allowed me too and when I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart, you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures on the earth. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought.

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I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me. I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy. His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high... .. for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful. And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?

If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master. My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can. I have no secrets from him...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly his. Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...and I do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him. My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me.

I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.

His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously. I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.

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