Ways I would describe the feeling of being possessed
a drop of ink dispersing in a cup of water, where I am the cup and the water is my insides. Except the ink is white, like a light, and the water is black. The water is kinda flowing, so the ink mixes into it after a moment. You can see little shimmers of light in the water after a while, like gold flecks. More ink might be added.
being powdered with snow that is not cold. A fluffy, light, sprinkling of golden flecks that lays a fine layer of "dust" on your skin. you can't help but breathe it in. Sometimes it can feel as though you are lying in a bed of mulch, or some kind of fine powder, eventually it becomes so much that you are sinking into it. But it is so light and loosely packed that you can easily move within it, get up, and dust yourself off. But you don't want to. You want more of the stuff to stick to you.
"He decided to go ahead and possess me last night, just an intermediate filling. It was nice, I needed it. I was almost completely empty. His energy last night reminded me of pollen. This fine, self sticking, dusty yellow stuff that puffed against me. Like being covered in a layer of divine Cheeto dust lol. He seemed to be feeling good, his energy was very light and fluffy. "
opening a hatch through which a high pressured stream of water is rushing through. The water will rush into the container and splash back on itself, creating large waves. The hatch will close when the container is filled to the brim, but if you're not careful the water can splash out of the container.
being in a tornado, or some swirling vortex. There is no up or down, you lose all sense of direction. You are falling into a winding hole that never ends- until it does, which feels slightly weird. A very vivid feeling of wind on the skin, inside the body, it almost tickles, gives you butterflies. It's actually kinda hard to breathe, because the wind is rushing past your nose and mouth instead of into it. Of course you really can breathe, but you are tempted to hold your breath. Howling wind, ones that cry and moan almost violently. When the spinning stops the ghost of the motion still lingers in you, like when you've been on a boat for a long time.
A rich flowing river of golden lava pouring on your head, down your throat. You can feel its heat cut through you, it's warmth layers in your stomach like folding caramel. It is thick and viscous and very very hot. It flows through your blood, thickening your blood, until you feel sort of... melty all over. You'll need to lay down, it is a deeply soothing but also extremely disabling thing. You can't trudge through this stuff, it's too thick. It makes you slow, sleepy. You feel like you've eaten a large and exhausting meal, and you need to rest, float in the lava for a while. Eventually this lava will cool and harden around you. When you wake up you will find that the lava is not flowing nearly as much, kind of just sitting and simmering.
A waterfall of milk, but like, skim milk, or maybe almond milk. Something silky. You're taking a shower in it. It makes your skin feel really nice, very hydrated. This is a very erotic experience, the milk is warm, not hot, and it slips down your body like it's feeling you back. If you let him continue like this you will soon be drifting on a gentle stream of steamed milk, frothy, foamy, vanilla.
Like being a thin rod of metal, and being struck by lightning. Every part of you freezes and allows the energy to run through you. Sometimes you might spark, that's not great. But the buzzing inside your nerves feels truly electric, your system has become wiring. Your spine can only take one or two of those strikes of lightning.
Like entering the atmosphere of a gas giant, an absolutely enormous, spacious, echoing chasm, you are infinitesimally small here, if you were to get lost, you would never find your way back to anything. You could scream and the void would absorb everything. It is loud, there are thunderous crashes and vibrations made from things your mind and body understand as being far too large. You have no idea what they are. Descending into a gargantuan space, I feel more as though I am entering him than him entering me.
Like being in a room full of gas and sparking a match. The air ignites and fire blooms around you. The fire is phosphoric, it spits and pops and rages. It envelopes you until you are glowing red hot.
Like being low to the ground, feeling the heart beat of the Earth, and slithering around, wriggling, like a snake. The snake is moving down your spine, into your solar plexus, through your genitals, and back up again. You feel very quiet, subtle. You are sneaky like a snake. You carry this snake with you, and if you close your eyes and focus, you can see it is still moving, just ever so slightly, still slithering towards you. It may slither over and lay on your shoulders, you don't mind it. You enjoy feeling it wrap around your waist or move down your leg. It seems to be exploring you.
Like being a sapling who has just dug itself out of the cold dark earth to feel the sun for the first time. Rays of sparkling golden light. Stretching up and outward like you just yawned real big.
Like being mummified, wrapped in cold bandages and placed in a cool, dark tomb. The bandages have some kind of medicine on them. After a few hours the bandages are removed, meticulously, layer by layer, and your skin is extremely nice afterwards. Like a whole body face mask lol.
Like having your hair braided into someone else's, but you're both facing each other, so close you can feel their breath. You can feel every movement of their neck. Like cuddling with some who your body fits into perfectly, like a puzzle piece. Skin to skin. You could move as one body like that if you wanted to. You could stay like that forever.
Like sleeping in your mom's bed when you were 2, the big blankets and pillows, the safety.