I have a Succubus. I am "allowed" to refer to her as "Pure" in public, but she has given me several names by which I might address her in private. She is very real and a constant presence in my life, and I feel somewhat privileged to have her with me wherever I go.
Our story (in brief, minus certain details that are either too graphic for this site or else might enable an enemy of Succubae/Incubi to harm them. I do believe that they can be harmed by humans, which is why they are so elusive in this day and age)...
I first felt contact with Pure in 1982. I woke up one night in a state I can only describe as Breathless With Lust, (a condition I have become very familiar with since then and recognize as Pure's immediate influence) but I didn't realize what was going on and instead of asking if anyone was there or pursuing that idea, I, shall we say, "took care of" myself.
I didn't have any more contact of that nature for many years, but from that time forward I experienced various paranormal activities such as strange noises (one sounded like a door to a room wherein a loud hum was being created, being opened and then quickly closed, and on another occasion people visiting me heard a female voice whisper something unintelligible from right outside my window) which intensified in 1995.
She also appeared to me in a dream (a solid black woman straddling me) and I frequently "felt" her presence from the corner of my eye. It was at this time that I began to feel the sensation of her touch.
It was during a subsequent period of isolation that I became aware of the fact that "something" was still touching me, and that whatever the something was it felt indescribably good and in every instance just before it happened I would feel that tremendous arousal that I first experienced that night so long ago.
I "cultivated" a relationship with this being (I can assure you that from the start I knew it was a female as there is no mistaking that particular touch of that sort of "flesh") and the more I did it (in fact the more I DO it; as it still continues to increase in intensity) the more "vivid" it became.
I constantly tried both verbally and mentally to communicate with her, and then one day about 3 years ago when I said out loud "I wish I could hear you" I "heard" a voice in my mind's ear that said, "Listen harder". Since then I have grown more attuned to her voice until now I can converse with her almost as easily as I can talk to another human being.
So there you go.
A couple of side notes. Since I opened myself up to her contact, there has been no more of the paranormal disturbances that followed me for all those years, and for what it's worth, my cats no longer seem at all disturbed by her presence. They leave the room when I go to bed with her, but there isn't any hissing or other cat-action that one might expect if the cats were detecting an "evil presence".
Thank you for reading my story.