The Entity…

I’m a bit uncomfortable posting this after my previous piss taking efforts…

I was in my early twenties and living with my parents. We had moved into a creaky old house and I was ordered to clean the loft out. Begrudgingly, I ventured into the attic and as I cleaned, I discovered a heap of old junk in the corner, which had no doubt been discarded by the previous owner who couldn’t be arsed to bin it.

Being a responsible and sensitive individual, I decided to do the decent thing and hoof all the stuff into a skip. It was our attic now after all.

As I was pawing through the worthless trinkets and knick-knacks, I found a box marked ‘Private’...so you can understand that it was with the utmost respect that I ripped the lid open and peered inside looking for anything of value.

Inside was a 12 inch wooden crucifix, a scarf and a photograph. Although you could tell the photo was very old, the young lady in the picture was very attractive, beautiful even, and she was obviously enamoured with the smartly dressed man stood to her left. I couldn’t help but notice that the man was wearing a scarf just like the one in the box; but more bizarrely, that he bore more than a passing resemblance to myself.

‘That’s a bit strange’ I thought, but put it down to coincidence, left it at that and continued with the cleaning.

Later that day I took the box to the front door with every intention of throwing it away…but as I lifted it up I suddenly felt one of the most unusual sensations I have ever experienced…it was like a surge of energy…consuming me.

Even though I don't believe in this paranormal mumbo jumbo, I changed my mind about throwing the contents of the box away. Instead I put the picture up on my bedroom wall, hung the crucifix above my bed and chucked the scarf in the cloakroom. I instantly felt better. I can’t explain what happened.

A few days later I was about to go out and visit some friends when I noticed it was snowing outside. Without a second thought, I reached into the cloakroom and in the absence of any additional warm clothes I put on the scarf.

Once again and all of a sudden, a strange sensation engulfed me – but stronger this time – I felt as if I was myself, but not myself. I could sense my personality changing as I began to recall memories of a lifetime I had not lived. Visions of a past life…and of a past love.

I was frozen to the spot with fear. But then it felt good. Really good

I began to see flashes...images…of a remarkably stunning woman…so clearly...as if she was stood right before me. I then started to hear whispers. Of course I was scared at first, but they felt so soft, so kind and welcoming, that my heart suddenly skipped a beat and my emotions lifted.

I then felt a strange desire...as if I was being gently beckoned…upstairs to the bedroom.

As I opened the door, I swear I felt myself being flung onto the bed. I first thought I must have tripped...

Yet as I lay there, the warm, sensuous feeling was making my entire body tingle...and I started to harden in the trouser department as the whispers began to make my ears tremble…it was as if they were simultaneously nuzzling me and giving me telepathic instruction on what I was to do.

I couldn’t believe what was happening as my trousers began to unzip…all the time I was entranced by the beautiful but eerie visions of loveliness in my mind’s eye.

In a matter of moments I was totally naked except for the scarf, which was wrapped tightly around me as I lay helpless…watching my body ripple as if delicate hands were massaging me…down…down…lower….

My phallus began swelling and bulging as I felt something remarkably like the tip of a tongue softly rubbing against my throbbing shaft. Everywhere this ‘tongue’ went left a faint trail over my body.

Then the feeling grew more intense. As my penis became tightly gripped I observed a strange ‘rippling’ effect as if something or someone was astride me, and sliding up and down my ever more grateful cock. As we became one, the visions clarified.

I finally understood.

The lady in the picture had been deeply in love with the man, but he had tragically died in the war before they had a chance to consummate their relationship. I was the reincarnation of that man, and she had been waiting patiently for me…all these years…dormant in the house…waiting for my return…and here I was.

I had come home.

I began to softly moan as the momentum began to build – the whispers were now groans…growing louder and harder. I began to arch my back and grind my hips in time to the rhythmic pounding of my swollen manhood. It all felt so right.

Soon, the whole room started to shake, the bed rattled and the furniture vibrated - during the affray the crucifix fell from the wall on to the bed and as I writhed, it lodged itself into my person...yet I was so entranced, so swept away by the force and passion of this entity as I bucked and moved towards the euphoric crescendo of our unified love that I didn’t even notice.

The moment had enveloped me and taken me over…I had lost control and was scarcely aware of my surroundings. I could only focus on the experience.

The intensity increased and increased until I could hold on no longer; and with a final thrust of my loins I abruptly splurged my hot cream into the air. I then watched with silent awe as some of my love seed seemed to simply disappear into space before my very eyes.

And then finally…as swiftly as it had begun, the room was filled with a warm, relaxing aura of purest relief. It was over...

and she was gone.

All that was left was a strange green ectoplasmic residue over my nether regions…and the joy, sweat and memories of two spent lovers finally entwining and achieving their destiny.

I felt whole...complete. I had experienced proof that love never truly dies, and that our souls can live on...to an eternity in harmonious unison.

And that’s the truth.

…

So you’d think my mum would be a bit more sympathetic when she walked in and found me lying on the bed in the middle of the afternoon, dazed and bollock naked except for an old scarf, with a spunk-dribbly half-stonk covered in ‘mushy peas’, and with a crucifix sticking out of my arse.

But that’s mums for you.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:00, 19 replies)

A twisted sort of genius.
Hav a click.
(Formaly Over say's hello, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:05, closed)

You had me...
... up to "flung onto the bed".

*Click*
(hangableautobulb is an anagram of the best album ever, on, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:05, closed)

*clicks*
Genius, sheer genius...

Beautifully written too.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:06, closed)

You must REALLY enjoy wanking
presumably then, when you pull, the ACTUAL sex must be hugely disappointing???
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:09, closed)

I'm
so, so pleased you're back, Mr Lake.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:12, closed)

oh it's Poo Flake!
I thought it was a waterside locale where gay men come to 'cottage'.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:15, closed)

^^Here we go again^^

*yawns*

*Tries to think of different name*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:16, closed)

@Pooflake
Im just kidding. Im reasonably new here - I hadnt seen the gag before - apologies!
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:17, closed)

Meh, it's ok...
It's just that usually this kicks off with Kaol going into 'Gaypond' mode...

Then There's Lesbo Lagoon...

Dyke Dyke...

Queer Quarry...

etc etc
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:21, closed)

it's all chuckles
no harm intended I'm sure - I gave you a *click*.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:21, closed)

Your alright today Poo
Kaol isn't here, he's in FACKIN' LAAAAANDAAAN
( Bazongaloid, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:26, closed)

haha!
very good read that was :)
( a username Tue 30 Mar 1971 til, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:27, closed)

Watch out...
You might have a phantom pregnancy on your hands.
(kingnutter, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:33, closed)

Best bit of writing
I've seen all week.

Keep it up (fnurr fnurr)

oh, and have a click
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:42, closed)

It's the mushy peas I love.
The fact that he used mushy peas *laughs*
( girlinthehole, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:52, closed)

Geniarse, sir
Have a click
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:12, closed)

Very good read
clicks.

You should take up writing as a living.
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:37, closed)

...
*enclickety*
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:59, closed)

Ah, Mr. Gaypond
Nice to have you posting again.
An excellent story.
*clicks*
( Cawl, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 0:06, closed)