Chuckleberryfinn
Paranormal Maven
Have y’all ever seen those greasy ads on eros-guide.com featuring women who offer a “full body sensual massage?”
She was wearing black lingerie when I arrived. Her studio, a tiny room with a huge, low bed around which stood black and purple candles on pillar-stands, was like a witch’s den. Even creepier was the synthesizer music from the Eyes Wide Shut soundtrack that played in the background. I tried to make out the titles of the books on her shelves, expecting to see demonic symbols or spellbooks, but I could not read because of the soft lighting.
She squeezed weird oils out of ceremonial bottles and rubbed them on me. It was pleasant and disconcerting. She made weird purring noises during the massage, and I could tell that she was tracing signs and symbols on my back with her fingernails. Then she would swoop down and breathe in my exhalations. Her eyes were dark.
When I arrived home, I fell onto my bed, drained, like I had just been sucked to the point of death by an Ann Rice vampire. It was a painful fatigue, I could hardly move. I dreamed of that woman straddling me. I had paralysis. She was sucking out my life force.
When I awoke, I felt beaten, extremely tired. I still don’t know why. That woman was certainly engaged in some kind of witchcraft. Very strange.
She was wearing black lingerie when I arrived. Her studio, a tiny room with a huge, low bed around which stood black and purple candles on pillar-stands, was like a witch’s den. Even creepier was the synthesizer music from the Eyes Wide Shut soundtrack that played in the background. I tried to make out the titles of the books on her shelves, expecting to see demonic symbols or spellbooks, but I could not read because of the soft lighting.
She squeezed weird oils out of ceremonial bottles and rubbed them on me. It was pleasant and disconcerting. She made weird purring noises during the massage, and I could tell that she was tracing signs and symbols on my back with her fingernails. Then she would swoop down and breathe in my exhalations. Her eyes were dark.
When I arrived home, I fell onto my bed, drained, like I had just been sucked to the point of death by an Ann Rice vampire. It was a painful fatigue, I could hardly move. I dreamed of that woman straddling me. I had paralysis. She was sucking out my life force.
When I awoke, I felt beaten, extremely tired. I still don’t know why. That woman was certainly engaged in some kind of witchcraft. Very strange.
