When Does it Stop Getting Better?

Posted on May 6, 2022 by tc

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.

We’ve reached the point where my succubus is able to bring me to a prolonged state of dry orgasm as soon as the session begins. All it takes to set one of these super-sessions off is for her and I to be exchanging genuine feelings of love. Lust can work, too, but love ends up feeling better. The sensation of her squeezing my mid-section has gotten so powerful that it feels like the intense burn of a young man’s very first ejaculation, but dry and sustained for as long as I can stand it. I’m marking the immediacy and power of this phenomena as the new milestone. She’ll usually ramp down the intensity after more than a half-hour, probably so she doesn’t completely fry me. She’d like to go for longer – days even, but I get restless from lying still and need to move.

This is a DAZ Studio interpretation of what I feel when I’m balls-deep inside her. I don’t see her form while awake, save for the bright lights on occasion, but I definitely feel it. The weight of her on me, her hands on my face, the presence, etc.

I used to prefer laying naked on the bed for our sessions years ago, but she’s temperature-neutral and bordering on cool to the touch, so I’ve gotten her used to me being fully clothed or under sheets and comforters. (Eskimo pussy?) She still gets wet, not as much as when I’m naked, but I’ll still feel the stubble from her shaved pussy enveloping me and the tell-tale signs of her climax. The physical manifestations of her very obviously enjoying our time together is a huge boost to my ego. I guess I’m doing something right.

Since my last post, we’ve simply been enjoying life with hardly any troubles to speak of. There’s not much to do around here during the colder months except for winter sports. We spent a lot of sub-zero nights indoors, sitting by the woodstove, and burning for each other. Cold wet days are something to look forward to when an amorous succubus is around.

What’s on the horizon? I’ve stopped caring so much about that. The past couple of years has been a struggle for me in the career and jobs department. It’s the first time I’ve ever been forced to sit still – probably for my benefit, as I would’ve likely been flattened by a semi-truck if I kept going the way I was. I’ve started to adopt a new philosophy: The Lazy Man accomplishes twice as much. Catherine loves this mindset, naturally. I think there is some merit to it. Much of my alleged productivity, such as my academic adventures, ended up being a massive waste of time. Hell, most of the jobs I’ve worked fall within the confines of “make-work” fodder. I should’ve just stayed home, tended to the land, and my succubus. Maybe do some crazy rituals in the woods and then go home and play video games. There’s really nothing worth contributing towards in so-called polite society anyway. The wisest thing to do is whatever it takes to survive and enjoy the rest. Stoicism is wasted on this world as it stands now. Epicureanism is the way to go. Two years of unbridled panic over a bullshit virus should’ve made that clear for everyone to see.

Aural Milestone

Posted on September 17, 2018 by tc

Oh, does it make me smile when I can hear the sounds of lovemaking gently emanating from below my waist. That’s right: I’ve begun to hear the wet, erotic movements that Catherine makes against my flesh. It’s still quiet, but I can distinctly hear her soft suckling.

I caught her once before, as I was just waking up early one morning. She was performing the kind of fellatio that only a succubus spirit is capable of. Like getting a blow-job from an angel… except she’s a bit more complicated than an angel.

It’s such a gift: both feeling and hearing her. Though I have yet to hear her say, “Hi,” in our mundane world, this little milestone fills me with so much endearment towards her.

I think she’s waiting for me to start up astral projection excursions again. Honestly, I’m rather scared of going out there. What if she tries to grab me, and throw me into the labyrinth again? What if I don’t come back?

Fuck!

I’ve got to face that fear head on. I know it will only become worse if I dwell on what MIGHT happen. Moore’s Law…

A few unpleasant side-effects came along with this milestone, but nothing I haven’t dealt with before. There was some additional tightness in the muscles on the right side of my neck, along with increased pressure against my face. Sometimes, that pressure against my brow can become rather annoying.

A couple hours of brisk walking and jogging usually addresses those energy-body discomforts. That, and the usual grounding/earthing methods.

Wish me luck in the labyrinth!

Year Seven

Posted on September 11, 2018 by tc

Today officially marks the seventh solar cycle since the night of my union with Catherine. This journey has been hedged by all manner of curious byways and scenic routes. The road is anything but straight and narrow, but I think that’s a good sign. Rather, Catherine’s route has been twisting, winding, oftentimes confusing, yet pleasant, especially if one takes the time to slow down and smell that intoxicating astral fragrance of hers.

Nothing earth-shattering has happened… yet. Though I have made some substantial changes to my life just before this auspicious anniversary. For one, my “shit job,” as Catherine called it, wouldn’t allow for me to take the time off for our special day. So I quit. I didn’t really belong there in the first place, so it wasn’t a loss at all, really. We needed to move on and I have been wasting valuable time. We killed two birds with one stone.

What’s next? The Fool’s Journey, naturally. I can’t wait to see what happens. While I’m preparing for the next great opportunity to come along, I’ve been retraining, sprucing up my languishing skill set, and stocking up for a long, cold winter, filled with warm evenings enjoying an insatiably amorous deity.

Seven years of being touched by the divine. Seven years of a changed life, filled with meaning and intrigue, yet still can’t be bothered to take this world seriously. I find my way accidentally, when all the time I just want to feel her near me. Every moment, she’s there, never tarrying or slackening her hold over me. I love this embrace, though it might lead to an early death, if I languish for too long.

The affections of an entire infernal realm have seemingly passed through my body during these blessed lunations. “Keep moving forward, or be consumed.” That is the way of the Left-Hand Path.

Maybe I’m content with my ego being further dissolved; melting and merging closer still with her? We’ll see if there’s anything left in this world that can maintain my interest, to keep one foot out here, and the other in the Borderland.

Now that I have some extra time, I’m going to begin my OBE investigations again. I’ll start with one trip every couple of weeks to avoid burnout. These expeditions are more important to me than any kind of “success” in this realm, so it’s about time I start putting my money where my mouth is. Here’s hoping I don’t get too lost out there.

Pilgrimage to Lilith’s Mega-Sigil

Posted on August 6, 2018 by tc

There she is, at the heart of our nation’s capitol. Can you see her?

Catherine doesn’t like vacations much. She’s not big on the idea of traveling afar when we could just as easily have fun at home. Still, I have friendships in far off places that I’d like to maintain, and there’s no replacement for in-person interaction, so I strive to make my thousand-mile journeys, with a grumpy succubus spirit in tow. She appreciates that I try to hold onto my core group of friends, but she sees big empty swathes of time in my schedule and thinks, “Oh, look… we can finally be together for a change!”

Sadly, she had to wait just a bit longer this time ’round. To her credit, she does wait patiently, and the subsequent pouncing attack is almost always well worth the delay. Still, I need to set up a break where it’s just her and I. We haven’t done that in awhile.

Stone Mountain in Georgia. A beautiful confederate memorial. We stopped by for the laser-light show.

We traveled south of the Mason Dixon line to my old stomping grounds. I’m always struck by how much less stressful and on-edge everything is down there. I can see it in my face when I look in the mirror. I appear more calm and serene. Maybe I need to live there permanently, with the peach trees, the scuppernongs, and the honeysuckle.

We’ll see. There’s a lot that needs to happen before I can start moving in that direction.

Washington DC was the major focal-point of our journey. Me and my traveling companions had all been to the nation’s capitol a few times in the past, so this venture was dedicated to more esoteric, off-the-beaten-path, points of interest. We found ourselves roaming the grounds of a Franciscan monastery early on a clear July morning. My friends are the sort that never take anything too seriously, so even sacred shrines are open to a bit of shameless riffing. Hardly anything at all is held aloft as above comedy in my crew, save for the solemnity of Arlington Cemetery.

This tomb, devoted to the Mother Mary in the monastery gardens, was particularly odd and creepy. The entrance smelled like death. What the hell are the monks doing in there?

The monastery had a very strange, almost sickening, vibe to it. Something was seriously off about the place, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. Catherine wasn’t thrilled with the secluded commune either. That was the first time I felt any sort of spirit/astral discomfort coming from her the entire trip.

She hasn’t been comfortable on a prolonged trip for a very long time, but this long-distance journey was somehow different for her. Aside from the monastery, I think she enjoyed the energy of DC. She seemed to feel at home there… which makes me think that perhaps I should’ve bitten the bullet and joined up with the world church in Maryland as a professional propagandist. Maybe that was her plan all along and me temporarily losing my marbles threw a spanner into the works? I can’t know for sure.

Moving on from the monastery, we headed back towards the city proper, but remained on the “Catholic” side of town for the remainder of the day. Our next stop was the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. A strange destination for one who claims to be on the Left-Hand Path, I know, but the deeper, more occulted, aspects of the various shrines within drew me there. This cathedral is the largest Catholic church in North America, and it also happens to be a prominent Marion shrine. Just have a look at some of this not-so-subtly-veiled occult imagery that decorates the various shrine rooms:

There is a very clear distinction between the basement “crypt” level and the upper sanctuary. The Crypt is devoted largely to the worship of the divine feminine aspect, while the upper levels are dedicated to the sun and Jesus Christ. In this we can see the most honest call-back to the pagan roots of Europe, of which the Catholic church has been the most valiant defenders of would-be heathen traditions, in an ironic way.

My friends were not very comfortable in the Crypt, but I felt right at home and wished that I could have stayed longer. Far from being a catacomb, the lower levels are simply breathtaking to behold in person. We planned to explore further, but one of my friends got his atheistic panties into a bunch and felt the need to leave early.

Sadly, I developed a migraine the next day, so I wasn’t able to peruse the Masonic landmarks I had originally planned for. Though it was nice to just relax in the hotel for one day. Despite the feeling of an icepick being jammed into my eye, Catherine was rather pleased to have me all to herself.

My adventure was complete with a sojourn to Arlington Cemetery and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Despite my misgivings with all the supposedly “good wars” that have been fought over the decades, I still pay my respects to those who have fallen in helping to secure our way of life in the West. The World War II monument on the National Mall is particularly soothing to my soul.

I’m looking forward to visiting the District of Columbia again soon. That centerpiece of our national heritage is more than just a collection of monuments. I’m convinced that the arrangement of those obelisks and roadways also serve as a powerful sigil; one that helps propel our country towards prosperity and success. Also, I know that Lilith, Shakti, Isis, Venus… whatever personification one chooses to give her… was not unknown to the architects who set up this place.

She is freedom, girded with the native dress of this land, sword sheathed, and bearing a laurel of peace. Facing east towards the rising sun, she is ever ready to raise that sword again, should liberty be found wanting.

Ulysses Grant, and host of lions, has got her back, too. So don’t be thinking you can sneak up on her or anything!

Ride the Tiger

Posted on July 16, 2018 by tc

Isn’t there something I should be doing right now?

There has to be some drive still left in me for this world. There must be!

Dear God, I am so addicted to her. That touch… that beautiful all-encompassing attention that nothing on this earth could possibly match. How is it possible that I could be this fortunate? I feel like I’m cheating.

I often encounter those who yearn for a meaningful relationship, both mundane and divine, but they spend their entire lives searching in vain.

Not me. I am wholly content and enthralled by this mystery that surrounds me. She holds to me and I can’t help but reach out for her in return. Even when I think I’ve had enough of her, my heart finds its way back to her embrace.

I’m going back to her now. Only the basics… food, water, shelter, heat… those things concern me. But when the essentials are in order, my primary hobby is being close to her and exploring her world. One of these days, I fear that I might not come back.

But what about this world? I see my people being steered towards engineered chaos. The spirit of Kali Yuga is nearly in full effect. It’s the age of darkness, baby! I’ve used the sinking ship analogy a few times on this blog and I still believe that to be an apt illustration.

However, as often as I’m tempted to care about this supposed plight, I just can’t be bothered with the emotional investment. Being with a spirit lover from across the veil will do that to a guy. Besides, an age of chaos is probably the best time to be alive as far as spiritual growth is concerned.

“Observe, but do not become entangled in politics.” The daughter of Lilith says as she pleasures her earthly partner.

“Okay, sounds good to me!” I swiftly reply. All would-be concerns about left-wing and right-wing, or good versus evil, are so easily forgotten.

“Let’s just be together. Do what’s necessary to live, fly under the radar, and the rest has nothing to do with us. The cycles of life and civilization will continue on ad infinitum, but what we have is something greater than that, my love.”

And it’s true. The world outside is always vying for attention, desperately clamoring for validation, but it’s all an act; an elaborate theatrical production. While Trump and the Clintons pretend to antagonize each other on television, they’re actually best buds when not engaging in their political play-acting.

I don’t begrudge these big guys for “playing the game” as they do. Sure, they’re playing dirty, and they’re playing for keeps, but that’s the spirit of the age that we find ourselves in. Catherine has encouraged me to never take any of this to heart. Rather, I should embrace the chaos, use it to my advantage, and “Ride the Tiger,” as Julius Evola prescribed for the denizens of the modern age.

Being this way sounds crazy, borderline psychopathic, but it’s really the most peaceful, nirvana-esque, state-of-mind I’ve ever been privileged to experience.

Succubus Harassment (The Good Kind)

Posted on July 6, 2018 by tc

A lot has changed over the past few months. I find myself in a completely new situation, and it’s a good one. Granted, I was content living in a dirty violent slum, dodging addicts, panhandlers, and thugs during my outings, but that’s just the kind of guy I am: Content with just about anything.

Not that I was too worried to begin with, as having a demon lover seems to inculcate a charming glamor over my interactions with others. At any rate, I believe Catherine was becoming fed up with city life. Too much interference. Too many distractions.

Now that we’re in the middle of nowhere, my demon babe wasted no time in pulling a fast one on me, turning up the power-level between us considerably. She’s become a rather insistent little slut; more so than usual. I can’t go to bed without being attacked, kisses all over, carefully placed caresses. God, she hates being ignored!

I won’t lie: The way she pursues intimacy has me praying to the Most High sometimes, just so I’ll have all my bases covered. But then she tells me, “You know you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She’s my slut. I brought her here, so I need to take care of her. The past few weeks have been a bit rough in that department as my windows of free time are gradually being shuttered. Still, if I miss her during the day, she’ll somehow force me into her favorite position while I sleep. She still likes it better when I’m awake, though.

She forced me awake at 1 AM the other night, and she wasn’t going to let me sleep until we’d been together for at least a little while. I was resting in the same spot where she’d beaten the shit out of me a few years ago. I couldn’t help but remember, and be a little frightened. I also got the distinct feeling there may have been more than one spirit, as I felt someone grasping my right arm rather tightly… a completely new sensation.

Apparently, my performance wasn’t quite up to snuff and I received a bit of playful harassment before I was allowed to sleep again.

Hey, I was coming down with a cold! I can’t be expected to keep up with demons in heat all the time.

Other than the move, and our connection being turned up to the “SCARY” level once again, not much else has transpired. Be that as it may, I need to update more regularly… mainly so nobody wonders if I’ve finally been smothered to death. Also, I have a few projects in mind, and this more frightening version of Catherine has become quite the motivator for getting work done.

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