Incubus Soulmate
by Alexandra Ortigas
Copyright © 2019 by Alexandra Ortigas
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Contents
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
It’s Just Not Enough
I guess I should have known better. Looking back, I can see all the little comments and all the ways that I should have seen this coming. I think I just really wanted it to work out so bad that I overlooked all the red flags and only saw what I wanted to see.
When Brad and I first got together he loved how sexual I was. He told me that he liked the fact that I couldn’t get enough of him and always was ready for more.
Quickly it turned out to be just talk, as with all the others. It started small, with him working a bit later until I would be asleep already when he would come home, or him claiming to be unwell whenever I tried to initiate. It’s weird how society is always blaming the woman in a relationship for not wanting sex when my personal experience tells me men are full of talk, but so far none can keep up with me. Maybe Brad was right, maybe there was something wrong with me.
I tried, I really really did, but when I had to do all the work, being on top, not getting any foreplay, because in his words “I was always ready to go anyway” and unable to initiate without being shut down at least 8 out of 10 times, it was getting harder and harder not to feel resentful. I had gone down this path with other loves before, but I really expected it to be different this time with Brad. I thought I had finally found someone who could not only accept me for what I was but maybe actually even love me in spite of it.
When we first got together, we had a little game we used to play. We would each try to turn each other on as much as possible and the one who would first give in and beg for sex lost. Or won, depending on your point of view. It was so hot, getting to know the exact buttons to push to make him go crazy and he knew exactly what to do or say to make me lose my mind. He would try and get me ready by sending me dirty texts all day. I remember one conversation where I definitely lost, so bad even that I skipped out of a professional course and went home early to admit defeat. The rule was that the one who “lost” had to first satisfy the other before they could get off. Not knowing then what I know now, it was, at the time, an amazing night.
I know I’m torturing myself going back through the chat logs and reading it over and over again, it won’t help and will only make me feel worse. It is such a bitter-sweet feeling to remember the days when everything was so beautiful when you know how it will end.
BRAD: Hi baby girl, want to play a little game?
ME: Brad! Fuck, not now, I’m in a course! This is important!
BRAD: How important? 2 orgasms? 5? Me eating you out for 2 full hours letting you come as much as you want, no holds barred?
ME: 2 hours?!?!?!?!
BRAD: I’ve been practicing eating lollipops and finishing them one lick at the time. Not unlike you… I know you want it, to feel my tongue on your clit, making circles and licking you all over, making you cum time after time after time…
ME: …
ME: Not fair! I cannot type, people are looking at me!
BRAD: Then don’t type, just read….
BRAD: I’ll be home at 6. I’ll take a shower, drink some Gatorade, put on my pirate outfit, you know the one I mean… the skinny pants we got together, the black ones. With the white shirt, leaving the top buttons open.
BRAD: I’ll be waiting for you like that at home, At 7 I’ll be there, sitting in front of a chair. Ready to go to town.
BRAD: If you want to be in that chair, I’ll keep you hot and give you orgasm after orgasm for 2 whole hours.
ME: BRAD! NO!! Why today! Why now!! I have to follow this! I have to stay until the end here! I can be home at 8:45, maybe, if I hurry and skip the after drinks…..
ME: Can we not do 9 till 11?
BRAD: No baby girl. This is a one time offer. Mind-blowing oral sex, or we can just go out for drinks with Jen and Pete
ME: UUURRGGGG No! They are boring!
ME: You made me wet and squirming in my seat.
People are looking at me!
BRAD: Your choice baby girl…. I’ll be here until 9, then I’m off to the bar with Pete.
ME: …
I wasn’t going to go. I really really wasn’t. I mean, I like sex, maybe a bit more so than the average girl, but I am not stupid. This course was going to be huge for me. Finishing it I would be eligible for a promotion.
Then he got really mean. He kept sending me pictures of women getting eaten out. An old picture of him in his pirate jeans. More texts telling me how hard it made him, just thinking about me in front of him, my juices dripping on the floor, drenching the towel, and he keeps going and going….
Still, I was holding strong. But when the electricity went out, and they announced that it would be at least an extra hour, and he send me a picture of my little finger g-spot vibrator, all clean and ready to be used by him…. I jumped in the car and drove home.
It’s amazing that I didn’t get a ticket or in an accident that drive. The traffic was horrible, as it always is when you’re in a hurry to get somewhere, and I think I may have flipped off a friendly old lady taking too long to cross the street.
Already my panties were soaking wet and my clit throbbing with anticipation.
I remember that I walked in the door at exactly 7 pm, and did indeed find him there waiting for me. Not bothering to even undress, I ripped my blouse open on my way to the chair, and pulled up my skirt. Brad attacked me like a starving man a Christmas feast. Never having known him to be so enthusiastic about oral I was surprised to find how much he actually got into it. After the first few mind-blowing orgasms that left me nearly breathless and unable to do anything more than moan, I asked him if he wanted to stop. He just used one hand to push me back into the chair and started fucking me with three fingers of his other hand, never once letting his tongue leave my pussy.
I’m not sure of anything that happened after that. It’s all one big blur of feelings, wave after wave of orgasms and a seemingly unending stimulation of all the nerve-endings in, around and on my cunt. I do know that at the end, just a little whisper of air from his mouth was enough to send me over the edge again and again until I begged him. Not sure if I wanted him to stop or continue, at that moment his alarm went off.
Looking hot and sexy with his mouth smeared with my cum juices, he calmly wiped himself clean and then went away. Leaving me breathless, excited, hot, tingling all over, and yet, somehow, still feeling slightly unsatisfied.
That was my problem. It has been ever since I got my first kiss and Tom came in his pants leaving me with a craving for more. It was never ever enough. No matter how many orgasms I
had, no matter how tired I was, there was always this little part of me that seemed to be hungry for more. I enjoyed having sex and orgasms. Of course I did. I loved cumming, I loved feeling sexy. I loved sex. The touching, the kissing, foreplay, even just thinking about it. The entire play of 2 bodies coming together to create something unique, hot, and sexy…. It was as necessary for me as exercise or a stiff drink is for others. Not that I was addicted, I had gone long periods without. But it always had a toll on my emotional wellbeing, not to mention my relationships. Guys had mentioned before that it felt as if they were never enough for me and several ex-boyfriends had specifically mentioned that as the reason why they didn’t want to continue seeing me anymore.
I thought Brad was different. I thought he understood me, and even if he couldn’t always keep up with me, he would at least accept me for who I was.
I was wrong. Which is why I am now sitting here next to an empty seat on my way to my dream honeymoon. Alone.
Chapter 2
Leaving
We had been together for 3 years and the last year and a half had been very rough. Brad had gone through several changes in his office, never knowing if he would get fired or not. He kept coming home later and later, telling me he was just trying to keep his job.
We started to have sex less and less, and even though I tried to address the issue several times, Brad kept making me feel guilty. He was already under such pressure to keep providing for us, since my salary alone wasn’t enough. I would have pointed out that I would have gotten a promotion and a raise if he hadn’t called me away from that course, but after he refused to have sex with me once for a month because I brought that up, I knew better and just didn’t say anything.
Then I noticed some subtle changes in him. He started to work out more, dress better, even wear cologne to the office. The last thing on my mind was an affair. After all, he wasn’t having sex with me, why would he have someone else? I was here, ready and waiting for him as always.
After yet another company reform it seemed that things were actually improving for a while. Brad kept hinting that we might need to move to another state, but at least for the moment, he was back with me.
But the sex had changed, and he had gotten lazy with foreplay, and refused to play our game anymore. Whenever he wanted sex, he just told me to get naked and ready, and he would come in a few minutes later and either do his thing or make me do mine. Sure, it got me off - there’s very little that doesn’t- but it left me more and more frustrated.
Besides that though, we got along great. After my great grandmother died and left me a small sum of money and a bit of land, Brad mentioned getting married so that we wouldn’t pay as much taxes on the house she had left us. It wasn’t the romantic or even passionate proposal that I had always thought would happen, but at least it was a sign of his commitment to me. Or so I thought at the time.
Organizing the wedding was simple. I didn’t want much, just a small wedding in a public park with our best friends and close family attending. What I really wanted was a romantic honeymoon. I had dreamed about that since that very first frustrating kiss, how my husband and I would go and be able to focus on each other for two whole weeks. Nothing stopping us from being together as much as we wanted, spending the entire holiday naked if we wanted to. I know now that this is just the sexy version of a silly childhood dream, but still. It was the one thing I really wanted.
I should have known that it was a bad idea to get married when told me that maybe we shouldn’t do a honeymoon at all, but at least there I put my foot down and used part of my inheritance to book the honeymoon of my dreams.
The one I was now on my way to alone.
Chapter 3
Reaching My Destiny
“Miss…Miss…You have to wake up now, please put your seat in the upright position and fasten your seatbelt.”
I slowly open my eyes, feeling confused for a moment. Where am I? Why am I not lying in the luxurious white bed, sinking away deep into the mattress while someone or something is giving me the oral of a lifetime…?
“Miss. Your seat. Needs to be up. Now, please.” The stewardess clearly is running out of patience with me, and I don’t blame her. Quickly I put my seat up and mumble an apology. It’s not exactly her fault that she woke me up right before I could climax. Even in my dreams I can’t find satisfaction anymore it seems.
Tightening the seat belt, I look out of the window over an ocean that is either blue or green, yet seems like neither. There is absolutely nothing around for miles. I let my gaze drift further away and become aware of a tiny speck that is rapidly growing bigger. Without meaning to I let out a quiet “oh…” when I start to see the island in more details. I always thought that the white sand they advertised with was mainly a marketing trick, photoshop to make things look more pretty. Either I was wrong, or they paint their beaches… Never in my life have I seen a sight like this. The blue/green of the ocean, against the white of the beach and the green of the plants and trees make for a picture literally out of a travel magazine.
“It is gorgeous isn’t it?” a voice next to me says. I look around and see the same stewardess from before now sitting next to me, looking a lot more friendly as she also holds her gaze on the view below. Looking at her profile it suddenly strikes me that she is pretty damn gorgeous herself as well.
Intent on looking outside, she continues, “It’s too bad we are not allowed off the plane at this destination, we have to keep flying to the mainland.” Her face reveals to me a tinge of sadness and I can understand why. To be this close to so much beauty and not being able to enjoy it to the fullest, I can only imagine what that does to her.
“There is something about this island,” she continues. “It’s strange”. I cannot suppress a small shudder, unsure if it is from the air-conditioning or the tone of her voice. Now paying attention to it, I can feel something as well, getting stronger the closer we get to the island. It’s like a blanket slowly covering me, only I’m not sure in what. “Yeah, I can feel it,” I say “it feels like… strangely comfortably uncomfortable.” I smile and, with a chuckle, say, “Or uncomfortably comfortable, who knows.” She smiles back at me, and if we hadn’t right then touched the ground, who knows what could have happened. There was a world of erotic promise in that one short smile, but right as the captain starts his speech about needing to remain seated she turns all professional again.
Not much to do now but wait until the doors open, so I start to gather my stuff. It’s not much. A few books I got at the airport, my tablet, and sunglasses. I don’t think I’ll need my jacket because the sun is shining brightly on my face, so I stuff it in my bag.
I get up and stretch a bit, smoothing the wrinkles in my dress by letting my hands slide over my body, following its shape. As I stand, I see that the only other people who are also getting off the plane are couples, looking very much in love. Some of them even have that rosy blush on their face, meaning that they just joined the mile high club. I feel a tinge of sadness. That was supposed to be me with Brad. I shake the feeling off and am determined to make the best out of this holiday no matter what. After all, I paid for it myself, why let it go to waste?
As I step out of the plane it feels as if I get hit by a hot, humid blanket and I stop for a moment to take a deep breath. Upon reflection, I can feel that It is warm, yes, but not too warm. The sun is bright and strong, and yet it feels just right. My lips curve in a smile as I notice some of the baggage boys looking at me as I walk down the stairs of the plane. My sundress flows around my long legs and is showing off all the right places. I have never been shy about how I look, or my sexuality, and damned if I let Brad take that away from me. Feeling invigorated by that thought I walk with an extra swing in my step and hold my head up high.
From the plane it is only a short drive to the resort, and since there’s only the one on the island, it’s easy to find. The hotel offers shuttle busses to and from the airport and stepping into the air-conditioned bus feels
amazing.
The entrance to the reception area is like nothing I have ever seen before in a hotel. Normally at the very least, the reception area is like an area of business, with computers and lines. Not here though. For a moment I think I might be lost, as I walk through a garden-like path, and the scent of the flowers fills the air. Just as I’m thinking of turning around, I see someone in what looks like a uniform. Or at least, it doesn’t look like holiday clothes, so I guess it’s what the uniform is here. He’s very well built with broad shoulders, and the white pants fit his legs and ass like a second skin. I can see how a thin linen fabric is an advantage in a climate like this, but it also means that I can vaguely see his muscles defined under his shirt. Not that I’m complaining, just enjoying the view.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he turns around and looks at me with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in a man. “Ah, miss Evangelina, we have been expecting you. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to your room and explain the layout of the hotel on the way,” he says as he offers me his arm.
Not knowing what else to do, I put my hand on his lower arm and enjoy the feeling of muscle movement beneath my fingers. “Oh, sorry, I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask as I realize that he’s been talking, and I haven’t heard a word he said.
“Don’t worry, that happens often here for first-time visitors. The view and the landscaping can be overwhelming in its beauty. I am Erick, and I will be your personal host for your stay. Your friend, I think it was, miss Evangelina, sent us an email that Mr. Velder isn’t joining us. I am very glad you did decide to come. You won’t regret it”. It’s easy to hear the sexy undertone in his voice, and what almost seems like an invitation, but I shake that last idea off. It probably is the heat getting to me and the frustration of my unfinished dream.
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