We were a group of several people. Maybe four or five. Barry was one of them. We were all looking for incubi. Suddenly, two appeared quietly in the air like thin shadows of dark smoke and I saw one possessing Barry. No one else besides me noticed and I didn't say anything even if I probably should have had. I went next to Barry while the others whom I don't remember the faces -have I even seen them ?- continued to walk. "-How do incubi possess people ?" I whispered to the incubus. I was reckless. But my curiosity was taking over sensibility. The demon came even closer to me than what we already were. Barry's face was only centimeters away from mine. I was probably blushing. Barry was an handsome man. It was a fact I nor anyone could deny. His mouth openend and the four words who came out surprised me. "-Do you like him ?" My cheeks became more red and I nodded having lost my ability to speak. Of course I liked Barry. No one would hate someone like him. Then, Barry -still possessed by the incubus- kissed me three times on the face: on my left temple, my foredhead and my right temple. Afterwards, he linked these to my lips with his finger. I started to feel my whole body getting numbed. Everything around me was blurry. My attention was focused on the incubus only. I could see nothing else besides the face of his victim. As Barry's lips approached mine, he warned me and explained he would pinch me so that I wouldn't be overcome by his possession. When he finally kissed me, it felt like a soft feeling of warmth had spreaded everywhere from my head to my toes. I put my hands on his cheeks while we kissed harder. Suddenly, I felt an almost insignificant pinch on my buttock and we stopped.
Excerpt of “A book about my weird dreams” I’ll never write (@plumeau-sans-plumes | 28.07.2017 around 2 pm probably)
