Somewhere out there in the world, amongst a population of 7.9 Billion people, there is one man who can make me cum, just by whispering in my ear.
I don't know his name. I don't know where he lives. I don't even know what he looks like. All of the information he gave me about himself was a lie. He's some kind of scammer, or a con artist.
But his voice is so powerful, I will never forget it. It haunts my dreams. The spell he wove over me, I still have not broken it, but I am fighting it.
Oh, Marcos, how I miss you when the moon is waxing full!
My personal incubus uses memories of you to pry my legs apart. He inserts fantasies of you into my dreams, and I awaken twerking. Now I understand why he insisted that I accept your invitation to Google Hangouts. He knew that it would create a Karmic bond between us, which would result in an animal attraction that is irresistible. He knew he could use that against me. He has the option to suck energy from me whenever he desires, and he wants me now, in this part of my cycle. He craves the blood.
Last night, you kidnapped me.
In this powerful dream, I was at the gym by myself, late at night, and I thought I was all alone. I was grabbed in the parking lot, and thrown into the back of a white van, which quickly sped away. In the darkness of the hood thrown over my head, on the cold metal floor, I could hear the shuffling of feet, and the shifting seats of several men. I could hear them breathing.
"Why have you taken me?" I ask, trying to sound calm.
No answer, just the sounds of breathing.
I stretch my hands out to grope around me, trying to get my bearings. I can feel shoes. The men are seated at the sides of the van. I pick myself up to a sitting position, and accidentally touch a leg.
Then I hear HIS voice, murmuring my name, and I freeze in place.
"Bebé?" I whimper.
The hood is ripped off my head, and I blink in the sudden light. I wish I could remember his face! I think my incubus has seen it, but I can't hold onto the image in my waking hours. I can only see it when I am deeply unconscious, when I am walking through dreams.
A hand grips my hair at the back of my head. I think maybe the hand was brown? The skin? But I can't remember properly, it's more like a black shadow.
"Don't call me that. How dare you?" he hisses menacingly.
"Because... I love you" I reply innocently.
He scoffs. "I don't believe you" he replies bitterly.
"Bébé, I do!" I argue. "I never stopped. But you are not for me. My Spirit Guides made that very clear. Whenever I wanted to call you I got sick, or I got injured in crazy accidents. Whenever you tried to call me, I would get coughing fits! I couldn't answer the phone, because something would always happen to prevent me from picking up. The signs were there!" I explain. "I love you, I want you, but I am not allowed to have you."
I take a breathe, and then bite my lip and frown as I recall something else.
"Plus, I saw you in a vision, with another woman" I accuse. "She was prettier than me, she had a better body than me, and you were very hard for her. You fucked her senseless. She is the one who is for you. Yes, I was jealous, but I want you to be happy. If you are wasting your time with me, you won't find her. You won't find your happiness. Release me, and go find the woman you are supposed to be with" I demand.
His energy is shifting between malice, contempt, disbelief, and outrage.
"You are crazy!" he accuses. "There is no other woman. I don't want anyone but you!" he insists.
