Banished to the Ribbons of Concrete

The Succubus

I don’t think my prayer was directed to the right deity. During the night I tossed and turned kicking the covers off me several times. Once I got up half-awake going to the bathroom in a stupor. How strange it seemed knowing I was back in San Diego, yet feeling totally lost.

It happened when I went back to bed. Drifting off into a restless sleep the apparition came to me in my dream. At least I hope it was a dream. The beige, silk curtains were blowing slightly from the breeze coming in through the open window. There was an occasional faint sound of several crickets outside, but other than that the house was very quiet.

I am a very light sleeper and the creaking of the door being unbolted awakened me enough that I opened my eyes. It took a few seconds to focus as I watched the door open, then shut. I lay there quietly observing a ghostly-like image floating towards me. At first I thought it had no shape but watched as it transformed into a wavy, transparent light resembling the form of a beautiful woman, her body perfect in every detail. She was now above me, nude, yet covered by an electrical field of a bluish glowing light. Mesmerized, I laid still, not moving a muscle, enthralled with what was happening. I could feel my blood warm as the image became brighter. Shadows were being cast on everything within the room.

The face was now beginning to take shape. The long, black, curly hair was down to the small of her back. It seemed weightless as it fell onto my face. The intoxicating aroma made me take deep breaths as if I were suffocating and needed oxygen. Her pink lips were kissing my neck with such warmth and softness I began to moan. Looking deep into the translucent blue eyes I found what I hoped would be there. I started to whisper the name Diane as her lips touched mine. The more excited I became the brighter the room got.

I felt her taking off my shorts, then felt the warmth of her body on top of mine. Her kisses became more passionate and more fervent as the sexual act began. The sensation was incredible feeling the warmth and moistness of her thighs against mine. I could not move as she worked her magic. She began to move faster increasing her sexual rhythm. I felt the urge for climax as she peered into my eyes with an angelic smile on her beautiful face. She had complete control over this sex act and was using it to make me want her even more. It was driving me insane because I couldn’t wrap my arms around her, pulling that body even closer. The only sound in the room was that of my moaning, telling her over and over, “I love you!”

With her lips near my ear, barely audible, I heard her say, “Now Jack, now!” All at once the most intense orgasm occurred with so much fluid escaping from my body it scared me. It continued forever with the sensation becoming more and more impassioned. I looked into the mirror on the dresser and could see this beautiful creature on top of this old man. The more he ejaculated, the older he became. In seconds he looked to be a hundred years old. I screamed, “Stop, stop! Get off of me!” She sat up laughing as her glorious face and body changed into that of a demonic, skeletal image. It was then that I realized it was a blue-eyed succubus, taking all of my bodily fluids, turning me into an old man forever.

I kicked out at it violently with the covers falling to the floor as I opened my eyes. It had disappeared from the room with a haunting shriek as quickly as it had come.

Too scared to look in a mirror I kept telling myself, “It was only a dream, it was only a dream.” I laid there nude, staring at the ceiling, until dawn brightened my dark, lonely room.

“Jesus Christ, what is happening to me?”

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Introduction

Sometimes it is hard to believe that the good Lord always has a plan in mind for each of us. This is one of those times.

His heart was heavy as he left San Diego and watched America’s Finest City and his beautiful home disappear into the rearview mirror. His home was taken from him after a vicious court battle with his former girlfriend, Diane. A woman he fell in love with at first sight. A woman for whom he flew across the country over 300 times just to be with a few hours every week. A woman that he trusted completely, only to have her use that trust and love against him. A woman he thought was a saint but found in reality she was the wicked witch of the west, the epitome of evil.

He contributed over $400,000 into their dream home and spent another $200,000 on a prestigious law firm that defended him against Diane’s false and frivolous allegations. The California courts listened to her testimony as she committed perjury numerous times and then the courts ultimately awarded her “his” house. Having truth and virtue on your side does not guarantee a rightful judgment in the golden state courts. He spent everything he had and now finds himself penniless and homeless after the costly three-year litigation that ensued between the two of them. The judicial system has bled him dry.

To make matters even worse, he has been given notice to leave town immediately without telling anyone. He has to leave friends, family, job and his fiancée Rebecca. He is to be banished to the highways o