Tilly Rivers

A sexual poltergeist?

Please be advised, that this is an erotica story with explicit sexual content as well as descriptive scenes involving sexual practices and /or language, as part of the story line and plot that may offend some readers. This material is not recommended for anyone under the age of nineteen years old.

Tilly Rivers
By Tilly Rivers

© 2017 Tilly Rivers ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The first few nights it happened he was not sure if he was caught between a dream or another world, to believe otherwise, that this was in fact happening, that he was visited by some type of sexual organism that fed from his body as he half slept, that this amazing being gave him the most intense ejaculations of his life was insane. His own vivid dark desires coming alive from his mind?

Fuck! What was this thing? A sexual poltergeist?
Even thinking about it both excited him and convinced him he was losing his mind. Fuck it, he knew it was true! This amazing female mischievous spirit or imp or outer body vision had come to him in the middle of the night. Not once but twice. He no longer cared what it was called, spirit or a woman, what did it matter? Like a selfish fuck he only cared that she came back and made his body turn to fire, cradle his hard cock in her moist heat. He only cared that his cum shot so hard it drenched them both with the explosive blast.

He had felt her. Really felt her, not a spirit; a warm body, curves of heat descending under his covers. Saw her shape, knew by the way the sheet moved that she was crawling up his body from toes to groin.

Each night it had been the same pattern. When he was sleeping when she entered waiting until he was in an almost trance like spell. His body however had never felt freer, more alive, more stimulated in his life.

The white cover lifted from his feet. Instantly he felt the tingling heat of her form. A warm wet moisture covered his flesh with the beginnings of acute longing. Flames and tongue as one licking him. His flesh absorbed the heat from the inside out before flashing outwards to burn with sharp, piercing fervor. A stirring of lust so strong it was nearly painful. The sweetest most erotic sense of torture.

Tonight however would be different.
If she came this night he wanted to partake of his own free will. He planned on asking her not to place any type of trance on him, he did not need it, he welcomed her, thought about her in his dreams a million times, and now that she has come to him, he wanted the chance to make her feel the same level of limitless desire.

Tonight, he planned on asking her permission to ride him with her fire not only her mouth. Tonight he was greedy. He wanted to know how far this union could go, discover if indeed his special visitor could cum as well.Tonight he wanted more.

He waited until the air turned into thousands of tiny heat particles; “Please” he said no louder than a whisper on the wings of the wind. “I want you. I want to give us both pleasure, is that possible?”

Her response was voiceless yet clear in his mind. A mystical sound floating in his thoughts “Yes, it is possible. Are you not frightened?”

“I am more frightened of never having a chance like this again in my life than I am of you. May I see you?”

Before him he gazed in wonder as the air gathered and spun forming her shape.

“You are very beautiful” He blushed a little when he thought about how silly it was to be telling this being she was beautiful. Yet she was and he needed to voice the words. “Can you read my thoughts?” he asked her.

“Yes.”

Could she also read his body?

“Yes. Your hunger called me, that is why I have come. I needed to feed.”

He wanted to ask her what realm she was from, wanted to find out what she was talking of, yet he discovered that the answers to these questions were not nearly as important as being with her. Now. For he understood one thing she spoke of, he too needed to feed. To taste again the pure blue flame.

He removed the sheet from his naked form in invitation. “Feed” He had to have her, savor the heat. She came to him; the spark in her eyes was full of impish delight. He felt flesh on flesh. She was so much more. Of this realm: yet not. Woman: yet not. She was real, somewhere in this world she lived and walked as a woman, had the power to project herself into this form and feed in a new realm that he did not understand.

His hands caressed her slowly. He watched in fascination. Everywhere his hand moved, her form changed to a sparkling blue. Flames of transparent stimulation. Lust uninhibited.

Her body bent backwards and his eyes widened as her hair flowed down her spine like a brimstone river, raising himself to his knees he buried his hands in her hair and pulled her into his hungry lips.

Taking her mouth he savagely feed from her, his hunger was uncontrollable and he drank the crackling current of energy. Pulling his mouth from hers he looked into her eyes, penetrating them with his own. He would find her he vowed at that moment, he would find this woman and claim her as his own.

Pressing her body into his he kissed her again. He knew somehow that she craved this, kissing, sharing of essence from one to the other. Linking breath, tongue, lips and drinking from the other. Kissing slowly, passionately, deeply, kissing until your body craved more, until you had to have, needed, craved, devoured the other.

Once more his lips met hers, desperate now that they have tasted the other, desperate to sip the saccharine juice. Passion unmeasured. Desire without control. Placing his hands on her shoulders he slammed her into the mattress, pulled and turned her under him. Without thought he rammed his hard cock uncontrollably into her wet waiting heat.

Hard.

Deep thrusts surging in and out of her pussy. The smell of sex perfumed the air and he breathed it is as a wild animal would the scent of discovering a female bitch in heat.

Mingled moans vibrated in his ears, her pussy clenched and moved in turn with each feral plunge. She was demanding more. Feeding from him, urging him to keep going. He took while giving. She gave while taking.

His cock slide in her clenching pussy walls over and over. Pulling out he grasped her hips and told her to turn over, entering her from behind. Rammed, pushed, pulled until he thought he would go crazy with the estacy. Paradise.

His body shuddered as he shot his load in her. Sprays of heat filling her hot core until it was running down her thighs. Still streams of liquid fire streamed from his cock head, his balls contracted, his shaft grew impossibly harder. The last stream of release shot into her moist heat before he pulled out of her throbbing pussy.

Taking her entire clit in her mouth he savoured the taste, switching between loving bites and quick tongue strokes lapping up the magik of them.

He woke with a start and looked around the empty room…

~~~~ To be continued ~~~~

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This too shall pass

Dear World- it’s me…Tilly

When I look back it reminds me how far I have come ahead. It reminds me that I have grown and become better.  Life lessons for the most part aren’t pleasant, but if  I deal with my feelings, and I mean really DEAL with them, sit in the pain, let myself cry and wail, let myself be angry, let myself get it out, and not push it down, not pretend everything is okay, I am better. Below are my words written in my journal ;2005.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the time, I felt scared and lost.  The feeling of “What the fuck am I doing wrong?” Like a buoy in the ocean, anchored but not. Floating but not going anywhere.  Waiting…for what?  I  haven’t a clue?  Just waiting, just thinking, yet not thinking at all.

A blanket of ice surrounded me, darkness that I welcomed.   Not knowing who I am, not knowing who I want to be.  Not knowing why this was happening, and why I allowed it too happen.

I trusted someone I shouldn’t of in my past, and did not even recognize the abuse until it was too late. I have asked myself a million times, how could I have not seen it?

What I did next was worse. I buried it. Deep. To the point of denial. I pretended it didn’t matter, that I was over it. In the end I paid a price, because it wasn’t over, I let it control my relationships with others, I let it make me distrustful and hard and I let it take away parts of who I was.

The worst part? I stopped trusting myself, my judgement in people, in love. Now I know I it wasn’t me, but him, he was mentally imbalanced, and the things he did were not because of love, but because he was fucked-in-the-head.

I needed to learn that it was okay to be pissed off. That there was not something wrong with my heart, or my judgement. I needed to learn that I was tricked, and that he was very good at hiding his truth. That is on him, he owns that, not me.

One day maybe I will write about the extent of the abuse I suffered from the hands of another, and it will unfold as a story, like watching a film on the big screen, no longer capable of harming me.

I have learned that I will always carry the scars of the years wasted in pain, but that pain no longer holds me captive.

Now I know that if you pretend that it never happened, you will continue to avoid life. If you ignore it, if you let it fester deep down it comes back and bites you square in the ass, saying “Pay Attention Girl!”

I know that I am not helpless or hopeless.

 “Before a dream is realized, the soul of the world tests everything that was learned along the way.  It does not because it is evil, but so that we can in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we have learned as we have moved toward that dream.  Every search begins with beginners luck, and every search ends with the victor’s being severely tested.” ~Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist~

I have learned that my personal mantra is simple. “Just breathe Tilly Rivers, for this too shall pass.”

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© Copyright 2017, Tilly Rivers. All rights reserved.

 

 

Thank you

Dear World it’s me- Tilly

To: J, S & D

Thank you for every time you went left, when I thought you should have gone right. I thought it was my job to protect you, to fix-it, whatever ‘it’ was. I thought as a parent that I needed to clear the road so you didn’t stumble.

I was wrong.

Instead you taught me that even though you stumbled a little the path that was correct for you was the one you were on.

Thank you for telling me ‘no’ even if at the time I was upset, I thought I knew better, but as it turns out, you knew, you knew what was right and pure and true for your spirit, for your growth and for you to experience life your way.

Thank you for every mistake, not yours, but mine, for you, my dear sweet wonderful ones, taught me to grow and become better and learn. You took me with you on a journey that I never would of experienced. I would not be the person I am if I hadn’t taken those steps.

Thank you for teaching me to understand that you needed to be you, and that I needed to let go and look how wonderful you are, each of you, true to yourselves and walking the path you have chosen.

I will try harder not to worry so much, I know I worry too much, I trust you will make the right choice for you, and even if you don’t, I will trust you’re on the path you were meant to be on, for you have proven to me that you are your own beings, and capable of handling what life gives you, the good, and the bad.

Thank you for being amazing, and free, and loving, and thank you most of all for just being you.

I love you, I am proud of you, and I am so happy you are in my life ‘as is!’

Imperfection

Dear World- it’s me: Tilly

For me perfection is not in what is perfect, it is in the imperfections, every flaw and fiber of who you are, the good, the bad and the ugly. The dark and the light.

Reality

Truth

It is the obstacles defeated, the expereinces life has given you, the mars of the body

It is in the ability to see above, beyond & over, to see all of me, as I see all of you, existing honestly and knowing that you are true to yourself, as I am true to myself.

Perfection is often fake, an image, the illusion of what you want to show, the carefully hidden, the ‘make-up’ you apply to hide the fear you carry, scared or embarrassed by the flaws.

Perfect to me is about the courage to be confident with every scar showing

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Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring. ~Marilyn Monroe~

Come…play with me…

In a world of white beige or grey
I see blues, greens and reds
Fairies dancing
The enchanted

In a world of white wash
Transparent glass
I see oranges, yellow and purple
Pixies
The enthralled

In a world of faded light
Ignored by the masses
I see pinks, gold and silver
Glimmering Sprites
The mesmerized

I am colour
Come…
Play with me…

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Dear World- Real Life

Dear World- it’s me Tilly

Have you ever asked yourself why you stopped focusing on real-life, the every day moments that matter? As a society have we really traded in conversations for screens?  Any screen seems to do the trick really, your phone, your computer, your tablet, the television, anything that you can bury yourself in so that you don’t have to pay attention to the people in your life that are real.

I remember as a child growing up that after a certain hour a station on the TV would stop broadcasting and the screen would turn to static, it was called ‘white noise,’ an annoying noise in the background. Is that what real-life is now?  Is a conversation between two people becoming an annoyance? Would you rather watch life, lurking in the background or creeping someone’s profile on Social Media than engage in your own life and build the relationships you have?

Have you noticed that as you spend more and more time with your screen, that the people around you start doing the same thing? Screen life, verses real life.

I get that we need an escape from the everyday, and need to take some time just for ourselves, and maybe that ‘escape’ is a game on Facebook, or reading a funny tweet, or whatever, but when your focus is 98% on screen verses off screen- when you would RATHER watch something or someone else than be present in the moment, when REAL-LIFE is a picture to put on screen, or a video in the hopes of it going viral… I think that can lead to regrets, for no one is in your life forever, and time can not be reversed.

How many times in your life have you heard, or said “If only I had five more minutes, with {a parent, spouse, child, grandparent, lover, friend etc.}?” In your grief, you have come to realize that you have FOREVER lost the opportunity to be with that person and you vow that  you will ‘stop and smell the roses, because life is too short’….but like most promises we make to ourselves, we don’t follow through, not because we lied, not because we are horrible, our intention was honourable at the time, but because….

Because….

Because why?

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