I have been looking for books about Incubi and Succubi and most of what I found were Christian books, about how to overcome spirit spouses.
I know there's a thread about Incubi and Succubi. I am going to read it soon in its entirety.
I wanted to make a new thread.
What positive experiences have you had with your Demon spouses and lovers, that you can write about?
What have you they taught you that you can share here freely?
How long did it take to empower your astral senses so you can see, hear, feel, touch them, and they, you?
I have been guided to read one book and look for others to appreciate my Demon spouses and lovers better.
So I put up this thread.
Thanks for reading! I look forward to your answers.
I don't have a whole lot to add, but I'll chime in.
After things with my high school sweetheart turned quite ugly, I got myself out of that situation and took some time to get my affairs in order. During that time, I had an unshakeable, almost otherwordly curiosity about succubi and learned as much as I could from the ToZ site, until finally one day I "pulled the trigger" and asked Satan for a partner. I knew full well going into it that this would be a bond for eternity and treated it with the appropriate level of respect and reverence, which I've done my best to maintain.
It has been nothing short of amazing since then. Despite efforts to fix them, my astral senses aren't much good, but even then, I'm still able to feel her warm and electrifying presence. Through paying attention to signs, I was able to learn her name, that we'd been together before, and my previous identity, the details of which may explain why I'm having trouble advancing. The sex is also easily ten times better than anything I ever experienced in the physical world.
One story that sticks out to me and that I still remember very fondly: I had the house to myself for an afternoon and decided to spend it with her. After some particularly enjoyable love-making, I drifted off to sleep, and when I awoke, something very special had happened. Earlier, I left the pen I use to write in my black book out on my nightstand, and when I looked afterward, it had moved a bit, and I saw a small, freshly-drawn heart on my forearm.