Eyes Of Incubi

This is my first submitted story, so please forgive me. If I need to clarify any details I will be happy to do so as well as answer any questions. I am young adult, and have a weird feeling as to what may have occurred to me a week ago. After joining this site a few days ago, I quickly saw that there were several other women who have experienced situations similar to the one I had last week, and am happy that I found this website. I feel that I am a little sensitive in that I am spiritual and have been able to feel/share different types of energies around people and/or certain events/gatherings.

About a week before what I feel was an encounter with an incubus, I awoke from a vivid dream in which I was pregnant with the devil's child. (I feel that this dream may be related to my experience, but will omit this part for now). About eight nights later I found myself restless, unable to get to sleep, and aroused/turned on (more than usual). I proceeded to take care of business in my bedroom closet, (with the lights off), which was where I was able to have many good orgasms in June 2010 (the month before this incident). An hour went by, and I was approaching an intense hands-free climax. I felt a somewhat normal tingling, warm sensation around my private area along with the subtle feeling/mimicking of what a male's certain private part would feel like if rubbed up against my crotch, but found it increasingly difficult to focus on this man in which I had and currently have a long-distance relationship with or any person for that matter. I felt more and more pleasure when I fantasized that some male "Being" was touching me. I had never researched or had known about incubi beforehand, but somehow the thought of this type of "Being" pleasuring me was stuck in my mind. This is when my experience started to feel fuzzy and clouded in a sense. I then remember trying to imagine what this "Being" would look like and briefly visualized in my mind a large black, muscular torso. My eyes were probably closed at that point, but I am not absolutely sure. I did not feel any other touching or penetration, but continued to feel lost in the current unbelievable level of pleasure. I thought I had merely become very skilled with masturbation.

This is when I experienced something unsettling but somehow alluring to me. While my eyes were open, I saw a faint pair of neon yellow almond-shaped eyes floating yet affixed on me a few inches above my left shoulder while my eyes were open, followed by two other pairs with the same color and shape, appearing even fainter, approaching me from an empty spot in my closet (located in front of and a few feet above me). This vision only lasted for about 10 seconds, and I was not able to look at all the eyes at once. I did not feel scared and did not even second guess what I had seen until I heard thunder outside. What was thunder, however, was first processed in my mind as the sound of a roar. I am not sure why my mind thought it was a roaring noise at first, because I have never heard an animal roar before in my life. (Looking back on that night, I am now in fact very surprised and curious as to why I was not worried about the eyes.) I had already somewhat climaxed once but wanted to complete it, even though the first roll of thunder had startled and disrupted me.

When I continued a few minutes passed and I was about to have a bigger climax, thunder crashed so loudly I stood up and got out of my closet. I felt that this thunderstorm, which seemed to start rather quickly, was connected to what I was experiencing. Every time I tried to finish, thunder would clap so loud that I froze in fear. My hair felt constantly on end. The power began to shut off and then turn back on for seconds at a time as well, and I began to feel very scared and almost like there was someone/something that had left my closet and was trying to scare me on purpose. I did not feel alone. I saw a faint white fog at the corners of my eyes, but this may just have been a result of the lack of sleep. I started to feel guilty and ashamed of being nude in my own room, as if I was being looked at. The more clothes I put on, the less I felt "bothered" and more in control of my surroundings.

Once the storm cleared I laid in bed, now feeling comfortable and "safe" under the covers. I fell asleep quickly. When I awoke I did not feel any different other than I felt as if I had had wet dreams within the hour or 2 of sleep I had gotten.

A whole week later, I feel weird when thinking on this subject and feel as if something did and/or is happening that I should not encourage. Prayer and not thinking on this subject have been 2 techniques I have used at home (mainly) and at work (sometimes) that stop this indescribable, addicting yet eerie feeling from occurring. I have not had any further experiences such as the one from last week.

If anyone can help me identify what may have been happening it would be a huge help. Thank you for reading and any comments or advice are welcome!