posted on Aug, 31 2009 @ 07:09 PM
I am a gay male but I was 'raped' several times by an Incubus from around the age of 10 or so, it used to happen in a 2 or 3 night series mainly in
the Winter then it started to happen about every 3 months, but always accompanied by a terrifying sleep paralasis with the only part of my body I can
move is my left ankle and my eyes, and sometimes part of my neck can move.
I was scared out of my gourd the first time it happened as a little boy, but by the time I was 21 or so, I thought, what the heck, might as well lay
back and enjoy it. His body was much larger and thicker/denser than mine (a very heavy large humanoid male with thick blotchy purple-brown and green
skin, with three claw like fingers covered in a kind of cold sweat. I tried to get a look at him a couple of times when I could move my neck and eyes,
and I did see his arms (he had human muscle tissue shape, but VERY thick like a giant Russian wrestler, but that odd skin colouring, and then the
three fingers with claw like nails which usually scratched me in three parallel lines on my side and on my arms and thighs when I wake up..not always
though..and sometimes I have the scratches, but no conscious memory of 'him'.
He only attacks when I am lying in bed barefoot on my stomach with my left elbow out and my fist of the same left arm placed under my chin; Why I do
not know-- I find myself automatically falling into ' the position' as if he is willing me to lay that EXACT way when I am falling asleep, and
feeling the sensation of 'paralysis' coming on. The entity or whatever it is seems to like me to be afraid (he feeds on the Fear Energy to excite
him sexually) and also I get the strong sense of 'jealousy' like he want to possess me and not share me with others. Very weird, but that is the
vibe I get when he is on my back. His 'Sessions' last only about 20 minutes and he 'evaporates', generally when the fear energy dissapates and I
start to relax. Generally he tends to lick me behind my ears. The penetration is not generally very deep, about maybe 5 inches. He often struggles to
get his hips set just right, and often 'misses' the mark in his thrusting before re-adjusting--which is a heavy 'heave' of his weight, generally.
I heard 'him' speak only a couple of times, and I thought it sounded Arabic, but I asked someone in our office what the phrase meant, a girl from
Ankhara overheard me and immediately turned red, then ghost white, and put her hands on her mouth, telling me that what I said was filthy-- and that
it was in a Turkish dialect from 'the mountains' i.e. not city slicker talk. That was 5 years ago, and I have only had sporadic encounters with the
'Sultan' since then...maybe three times a year--with me ALWAYS in the same position when it starts. I try to avoid that position, but I find myself
falling into place unconsciously--then it is too late, he's on top of me breathing that heavy breathing and grunting sound.
Still happens--and I'm 50 years old now---that Turk-Monster never gives up !