All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used f...ctitiously. This is the second chapter and continues where the 1st left off. For the first chapter please see Diary of an Incubus Ch. 1. ***** Diary of an Incubus: Origins 2. First Times After several minutes, Jozef noticed that her heart rate had calmed and he gently pulled back so he could look her in the eyes. ‘Okay?’ he asked simply. Anne’s. It takes a little bit of psychological adjustment and if you get that right, and you accept that you're never going to be understood by anyone on the outside, then it just becomes a world within a world.You know that most of the stuff that happens is ugly and dysfunctional and most probably non-consensual, but not all of it. And no-one wants to think that any of it is going on by choice, or even worse, to consider that it's better than anything you'll ever experience with anyone else.But when I. This she did with out question. She then felt the gadget touch her bum hole and waited for the shock. But it was another shock which came , her favourite one, the one from her paddle delivered very hard and firm across her left buttock, making it sting, but a pleasant sting, an arousing sting. Three more times it came down hard on the same buttock, then he switched to the other one and done the same again, she was shivering with the pain and also the excitement. She then felt him lay a cold. The heat swelled up my futa-cock.Then she was at me. Her hand slid up my tights. She caressed my flesh. Tingles rippled through me. I groaned, the heat growing and growing in me. I groaned, loving every moment of this. It was incredible. I wiggled my hips from side to side. The pleasure swelled in me. I would have such a huge orgasm.It would be outstanding playing with my boss.“Mildred,” she moaned, pushing my skirt higher and higher. Her eyes stared at my bulge. “You have a cock. That's so.