I am the Succubus
Part One
by Mia Jennings
© 2000

I've been dead for nearly ten years now. And each night, since I've past on, I've haunted this man named Anthony. A man who was once my lover, and I his secret Mistress, until he refused to leave his wife, and abandoned me to die from a broken heart. So now, each night for the past ten years, at the strike of midnight, I've passionately made love to Anthony, never permitting him to ever forget my intimate essence, or the flames of passion which still burn in my soul for him. For I'm his beloved spirit, his sexual shadow… his mysterious Succubus.

Each night my darling Anthony places his lonely head down upon the pillow, for his sexual nightmares have ruined his marriage, as well as separated him far from his children. Now he has just me, my ghost, and my electric vapors which touch him deeply within each and every night. Anthony's soul is completely mine, for I've chained him to my will and won't ever let him go!

This night is no different than any other, except the moon is fuller, and the vibration of my atoms are rushing faster, which makes it easier to witness the sheer silhouette of my once, beautiful body. Only, tonight, you can't see the vivid light from the full moon, because of the heavy blanket of clouds, and the lightning storm which is flickering upon Night's dark, eerie canvass.

"Mariah, "I hear Anthony call my name from his pillow, as he sleeps in terrified fits, awaiting my arrival. "Where are you? Please come to me."

"I'm here," I whisper. However, he can't hear my comforting words with his ears, only with his sixth sense.

"Mariah? Are you there?" Again he cries out from his restless sleep. So I kiss him, ever so sensuously on his lips, until I've fully tasted him, and soon enfold my essence completely with his.

"Wake up my darling, " I whisper to Anthony's soul. "I'm here, make love to me." And then my misty fingers creep beneath the sheets, and wrap delicately around the shaft of his throbbing cock, and stroke to a sweet rhythm, until he becomes hard in the palm of my hand. Shortly thereafter, I hear Anthony groan with lust, and witness his eyes flicker open.

"Mariah, "Anthony speaks into the darkness, "I-I- c-c- can see you." He stutters, amazed to see my ghost near his side. At this point I don't realize that my atoms of energy are vibrating extremely high, and that he can envision my spirit. Until I witness my sheer, silver-white reflection in the mirror, which hangs above the dresser, and is, located at the end of the bed.

"Yes, " I smile and softly respond, which still, only his inner voice can hear. "I guess you can."

"You still look beautiful," Anthony replies.

"Thank you," and then my lips meet his and I kiss him with all the power in my heart. When my energy force meets with his, I sense an electrifying shock, much like you get after you've rubbed your feet on the carpet and then touched someone.

"Why do you torment me with your love? "Anthony asks when our lips finally depart "For ten years I haven't slept one night without inhaling your intoxicating scent, without feeling your sweet soul, and without lusting for your sultry sweat and sinful nectar. You're driving me insane! Mariah, you must know that I never meant to hurt you."

Suddenly a tear from my eye drips from my realm of existence into his, and onto his face, as the thin haze of my soul hovers above him, while he rests on his back in bed. Without warning, a fierce tempest rips through the room, as if a strong storm were about to hit. My emotions were getting the best of me, and suddenly I felt angry with Anthony for ever teasing me with the affair we had so many years ago. In the midst of whirling wind, I locate two silk scarves, and find the strength within me to generate the power to rapidly tie Anthony's wrists to the oak headboard. Tonight I was going to show him that he was mine, and would always be!

"Mariah, what are you doing?" Anthony asks frustrated. "Let me go. Please!"

Before he could say anymore, I secure both of his legs to each of the bedpost at the end of the bed.

Anthony was already naked and vulnerable. Because each night for the past ten years, I've whispered to his soul, to not wear anything to bed, so I can easily access his masculine body while he sleeps. Before Anthony could object further, my vaporous lips tightly press around his cock, until he's completely hard, and I hear moans of gratification release from his mouth. With seduction and tease my tongue swirls around the head his stiff cock for quite some time and then slithers up and down his virile shaft, until I can vision his body writhing and his limbs pulling taut on the silk scarves with incredible pleasure.

The whipping tempests, which had viciously whirled through the room and had been caused by my anger, ceased, for I'd calmed down. Now, currents of warm air gently swirled about, caressing and soothing the two of us, as if it happened to be the first spring day after a long, cruel winter.

"This can't be for real," Anthony chanted in between his soft moans and gasps. "I'm dreaming this or going insane. Mariah, if you're really there, please stop."

However, I knew that he didn't really want me to. Because he recited this chant as if it were a ritual, each and every night I visited and sexually controlled his body. And each time we're through, before my spirit slips away with the darkness, I can tell by the look in his eyes, that he desperately wants me to return the next evening. Even in the spiritual realms I know him well, what he likes, and what makes him tick. And with this knowledge I have chained him to my will, and he's become a faithful prisoner to me, the Succubus.

about the author: Mia Jennings is a writer, poet, and artist. She loves anything that will give her a creative rush. Mia is a Distinguished Member of the International Poet's Society, has had her poetry read many times on tape, CD, as well as radio, and has been published in many of the International Society of Poet's (Poetry.com) anthologies. She has also published her poetry in The Illiad Press, Sparrowgrass Poetry, The Famous Poet's Society, The Phoenix Press, as well as Lightverse.com and Webpoets.org. Mia also writes Blues Reviews on Blues artists for the Twin Cities Blues News, and her erotic poetry and fiction has been published by MindCaviar.com, Peacockblue.com, Girlphoria.com and forthcoming Biblio Eroticus. Mia's erotic artwork is displayed at MindCaviar.com, Girlphoria.com, and http://www.pconline.com/~mia/art/EroticArt.html