All Chapters of Succubus in your Dreams: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 The rain finally stopped but Lea didn't even notice. The bath felt so good. She had worked hard all week and this was her reward. One last night in this grand hotel, with a bath room nearly the size of her apartment back home. So she had turned on the CD player in the other room, striped out of her clothes and ran a bath, lit some candles and now she closed out the world. She let her mind drift as her hands played with the bubbles. Her new boss was a little skittish, he would not come in the room yet insisted she remain there. This was a bit new, just handing her things to research and then leaving. Normally he would stay in the room and work with her on reports and lining up buyers or raising funds. They made a good team, but this trip he was not acting himself. A month ago at the company picnic she had worn a halter top dress and she could swear that when he saw her he felt ill, the color drained from his face and he excused himself rath

 Richmond’s DiaryThat night was the most painful and yet pleasurable experience of my entire life. First of all, one has to put this in perspective: I'm a 20 year old college student who drinks… a lot. Yet I felt a strange emptiness, an emptiness that can best be described as the one you get knowing that the most grotesque specimen of woman would not sleep with you. Knowing this, it came much to my surprise to receive an invitation to a "private party" from a girl that didn't even know I existed. Granted, I had seen her a million times in French class, but I had only momentarily glanced at her and she never, never looked back. All of a sudden I was going to a party! You know those moments on movies where something really cool happens and you hear, "Alleluia!" Well, that was one of those moments. I accepted the invitation in stride… oh, who in the hell am I kidding, I grinned the entire day, and my professor

 "I am bored out of my mind," he said and looked at himself in the mirror above the bar. The room was stale with smoke. "Why, what's your problem?" he turned around and looked at a girl in a black leather jacket that was standing behind him. "Where'd you come from?" he asked."Oh here and there, mind if I sit down?" "Yeah, that's cool."He looked her over without being too obvious. She had hair the color of India ink, she was dressed all in black, tight black skirt, black pumps, leather jacket, pink face, red mouth, blue eyes that burned holes, about twenty two. She took out a cigar, lit it and blew a puff at the mirror. "Want a beer?" he asked."Yeah." "Bartender," he tried to yell over the noise, "what's your name?" "Sophie," she said and flashed her smile. He felt it and smiled back. "What do ya do Sophie?" "Paralegal."

 She moved very fast and jumped on top of him.The long tongue came out of her mouth and began licking his lips.She pulled his belt and pants off in one motion, then after pausing briefly, pulled his boxers down.The kisses started again, one hot burning kiss after another, so hot that Thomas was a little afraid that his face would be burned.She again broke away from their kiss and said, "You're not going to be burnt, stupid, if I wanted to, I would just kill you and be done with it.""Can you read thoughts?" he asked, shocked.She said, "Fuck you, do you want the fuck or don't you?""Of course I want the fuck," he said emphatically."Okay," she said with a satisfied look.She leaned back down and began kissing his ears, going from side to side of his face making butterfly kisses.His throbbing erection rubbed against her thigh, so close to t

 Thomas didn't know how to do a shrine, but he did know how to do graffiti. He wrote 'I love Jezebel' with an upside down pentagram on the wall over the building around the corner from where he lived. Then on another building he wrote 'I love Devil Girl' with a pentagram next to it.He wrote 'I love Devil Girl' on several buildings the day after he'd first conjured her.Thomas was a little tired, but in a good way, the fuck session was more satisfying than anything he'd ever known, and could barely wait to do it again.He got a heart shaped box and drew a picture of her and put it in the box, then he drew a heart on another piece of paper and put Thomas loves Jezebel in the middle of it.From then on he conjured her every day for forty days, she would come, fuck the absolute living shit out of him, demand that he be her disciple and then disappear. Lust can be fun - I'm not saying it isn't &ndas