My Inner Succubus, Impulsi

[Solrex]

Author's note: So I had inspiration from JSample's story about his inner sexual voice as being his teenager kid self. That's what he attributes his sex drive for quicksand to, or at least, that's how I understood the story. It was very blurred between the lines of fantasy and reality.

As for me, I believe I have a part of my brain that may be a guardian spirit, a figment of my imagination, or just a deep part of my brain. Regardless, this entity controls my fetishes. Makes me experienced in them, but in return, aroused by them. Being a Christian, you can see where the problem comes from.

However, I decided to write a rather short story, with room for expansion in the future if people want to see more. Anyways, here is what I wrote.

It’s 3 in the morning as I check the weather to see if this darned eternal winter will ever end. Nope, nothing above 10° Celsius for the next entire week. I sigh, making an internal joke to myself that Elsa got trapped in the real world somehow, and she's tormenting us with her ability to freeze mud from a non-Newtonian fluid into a solid that's freezing. If I was outside, I would be able to see my breath in the air.

I mean, for December, this is normal, but it still doesn't change the fact that I hate the cold. Not nice and cool temperatures, those are fine. What I hate are cold temperatures. As I let my thoughts run wild as I surf YouTube on my phone, a whisper in the back of my head tingles both my mind and my dick. ‘You know your dreams can live out your fantasies, right Solly Boi?’

I sigh at the voice. This was Impulsi, my inner succubus. She was the part of my brain I blamed for giving me my sexual kinks and fetishes. Humoring her, I spoke, “For one, just call me Solrex, and for two, those are your fantasies, not mine. You gave them to me.”

Impulsi giggled in my mind, her giggle echoed loudly throughout my cranium, causing me to shudder in arousal. ‘Oh Solrex, I suppose I could use your username. I could just call you by your real name, but then all the readers would know it, and I live in your mind, I know how important keeping your two identities apart is, you're like a superhero! Except you don't like superheroes. You like magic, and fantasy, and all of that.’

I sighed. I responded, “Impulsi, you know I am trying to control my body by avoiding masturbation, why do you continue to tempt me when I've asked you to leave?”

She giggled. Man did she giggle. I could just imagine her wearing shiny black leather, maybe even holding a brown or green whip with a snake tooth on the end for the tip of the whip, ready to tie me up so I couldn't escape on my own, then tease me-

However, this was reality, not the dream world, so she had no power over me here. But, being 3 AM, and wanting to go to sleep, I couldn't fight her off forever. She would take my cum in a wet dream. There was nothing wrong with a wet dream, but there was a bittersweet relationship between me and Impulsi. She gave me experience in certain topics, but in return, she made me aroused by them. Snakes, hypnosis, ropes, but most importantly, quicksand.

‘Quicksand. Like the stuff you get stuck in, and the more you struggle, the deeper you go, and the deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel, the more you struggle, and thus, the deeper you go. And the deeper you go, the higher your dick goes. Deeper, deeper, until you are trapped in the sweet quicksand’s embrace, the pressure slowly dosing you off to dreamland. So sleepy, so tired, you can't stay awake forever. You may rule the day, Sun King, but you know who controls your fantasies and dreams. Give in now, and I'll make your pleasure tenfold, no, seventy times sevenfold!’ Impulsi made a compelling argument.

It was late. The quicksand hugged me tightly, the hypnotic mental quicksand. I had to sleep at some point, so I resigned, and closed my eyes, falling into the place where Impulsi could have all the fun she wanted with my mental body.

She was in control now.

•••••

I was just in a forest, a nice forest. The appearance of everything was beautiful and surreal. As I walked forward, I heard her laughs echo around me. Not sure why she followed me into a forest, but as I came to a fork in the road, I studied the ground on each path. The left path looked wetter, was lower in altitude, and had richer soil. All signs of muddy fun.

Looking at my clothes, I saw I was in my swimsuit with a shirt on that I could take off later when I found quicksand. Same with my sandals. The weather was so nice this time of year.

Feeling aroused, I took the left path.

The mud squished under my sandals, threatening to suck them off. I took the sandals off, wiped them off, and put them in my backpack. Bare feet in the mud, it felt so nice. I continued forward, hearing a giggle in my head.

There was dirt walls to my left and right, this felt semi underground. As I came to a clearing, my erection grew 3 sizes that day, as I suspected what this was. And seeing as I was unaware that I was dreaming, that's exactly what it became. Finding a dry spot, I put my backpack down there, took off my shirt, put it in the bag, grabbed my goggles, put them around my neck, just in case I sunk that far or wanted to roll around in it.

I took off running towards the center of the pit, and then stopped, letting myself sink as my dick rose. Up my ankles, coating my feet. I was sinking too slowly, so I pumped my legs into the doughy soaked soil. As I did so, I continually felt aroused, so I edged myself. I could hear laughter echo through my head, egging me on to just go further than edging. I stopped immediately, but continued to sink. Up to my knees now, the way the soft wet crumbly soil crushed and oozed against my feet felt incredible. There was nothing like it. As I pumped my legs to sink up my thighs, I became increasingly aroused the more I sunk.

Seeing no one around, and the dirt walls surrounding me, I took my swimsuit and lowered it to my knees, so the mud had no barrier to my body. I visibly saw my erection grew after I did that. As the quicksand sucked up on my legs, and it became increasingly difficult to pump them against the heavy sludge, I let myself moan. The mud crawled and sludged it’s way up to my mid-thighs, the mud so close to my dick now.

I put my hands behind my back, in a triangle formation, pretending they were tied up. Suddenly though, I felt rope be looped around them, nice soft linen cotton rope. My wrists were sealed. I looked around and saw no one. Then I heard the giggling. “I heard your inner desires, so I tied up your arms for you, Solly boi~”

Her voice was very real, and she caressed my shoulders with her fingertips sticking out of her leather gloves. She placed her palm on my shoulder, the black leather arousing me so much more. She pushed on my shoulder, and I moaned. She smiled, I could hear and feel her smile. She was a part of me, after all.

Craving autistic pressure, I pulled against my cuffed hands, cuffed by white rope. The pressure felt nice, and I continued pressing against it. Impulsi spoke, “Awwww, that's no fun, that's not sexual at all! Here, how about I push you just a little bit more so THIS happens.”

As she said this, I felt my dick touch the mud, and I involuntarily moaned, followed by voluntary moans. Impulsi giggled, and spoke, “Hey, those manly moans sound too manly, lets feminize you, except for your dick.” She then proceeded to repeat my hypnotic trigger to turn me into Deva, however, she made sure I kept my dick. I felt my muscles weaken to the point of pacifism weakness, my chest slightly grow out to an A cup, my butt cheeks grow larger, my vocal cords stretch to make them feminine, my dick did NOT invert into a vagina, it remained a dick, but I felt my ears become sharp and pointy, like an Elves. I felt my hair grow longer, flowing all the way down my back, just like the time I had put on a wig to see what it felt like.

My vocal cords stretched in just the right way, that my voice became passive and higher than normal. Speaking Deva’s catchphrase, I spoke, “I mean, ifthatsokaywithyou.” In my more feminine voice. Then, Impulsi spoke to me. “Deva, darling, I am a mind mage, and I gave you the illusion of a dick. However, with how powerful I am, it's very quite real. What I want you to do to make me happy Deva, is that I want you to use it, and thrust against the mud to make me happy. Can you do that for me?”

I tried pulling against my bonds, my hands submerged in the quicksand, I tried pulling them apart, but Deva’s muscles were even weaker than mine, and I felt the rope dig into my skin as I pulled. Looking to Impulsi in her black leather, I nodded and started thrusting in the mud.

It felt so good, I was nearing orgasm. I pushed and pushed in thrusting into the mud, until I just orgasmed very profusely, feeling my dick orgasm in pleasure. Impulsi giggled, and spoke, “Not good enough, -” She then started saying my trigger word over and over, as I felt my dick invert into a vagina, and I felt a womb grow inside me. As this happened, I felt the mud flow inside me, caressing me so nicely.

I humped against the mud to let more flow inside me faster, and it felt soooooo good, and I let out my feminine passive moans, and I screamed out, in my censored voice, “Screw me harder, screw me harder Impulsi!”

The mud had risen up to the bottom of my A cup breasts, in the meantime. Impulsi giggled, and spoke, “As you wish, my Darling.” I then felt the mud flow as if it were alive, and constrict me as if it was a snake. Like the mud became alive as a mud elemental and constricted me with living snake mud. With my weak muscles, and my hair fanning across the surface of the mud, I was helpless to do nothing but moan in ecstasy. I orgasmed over and over, my vagina dumping fluids into the mud. It was only the that I realized that as Deva, aside from the swimsuit, I was naked, and this made me uncomfortable.

Impulsi smiled, and seductively spoke, “You don't need your linen dress, Deva. Let the mud embrace you.” The mud then started caressing my nipples and squeezing the side of my upper arms, the spot where there were a lot of nerves, and I moaned, struggling in my bondage.

Impulsi giggled all the while, and spoke, “Now Deva, you are at your buoyancy point, however, I don't want you escaping my love, and even with your arms tied up, and your weak muscles, I am going to hypnotize you with mind magic to paralyze you, so you cannot move even an inch. And you already feel this happening, frozen, stuck, unable to move. And now, Deva darling, feel this.”

I then felt Impulsi dip her fingers in the mud, and caress my elven ears. I wanted to squirm, but I was frozen, so I all did was shudder in goosebumps. She caressed my shoulders, my ears, my neck, everything, and somehow her hands phased through my hair as if they were intangible and tangible at the same time. The back of my neck caused me to moan as Impulsi tickled it with her muddy fingers. She caressed my long thick hair, and I shuddered in pleasure.

She then created an image of one of Deva’s lovers out of the mud, and had it kiss me, and French kiss me at that, the mud licking inside my mouth, the gritty texture ignored as the pleasurable mud caressed my mouth. We kept kissing even when I needed to breathe, and when I felt breathless, I felt about ready to pass out. Feeling the darkness overtake me, I saw my vision black out as I started to shake, my bones vibrating as I could no longer tell which way was up and which was was down, and I orgasmed again.

As I came to, I was still Deva, just trapped in the mud, my hands still tied together. Impulsi spoke, “Morning comes my darling, so let me do you this last favor.” Standing on the quicksand as if it was solid ground, she stepped on my head and shoved me under the mud, keeping me there. She also unparalyzed me so I could move, and I struggled and flailed around, orgasming over and over and over, before letting the mud fill my insides, it pouring into my mouth, into my throat, into my stomach and lungs, before the burning of my lungs threw me awake in my bed, feeling so hot. I felt my underwear just thoroughly drenched by the wet dream, as I had orgasmed multiple times.

Impulsi was satisfied, and left me alone as I awoke that morning, and decided to take a shower to clean myself off.

Despite being oversexualized, I really enjoyed that wet dream, and I thanked Impulsi internally. However, I was at an eternal conflict with myself, since I wanted sexual control over myself, but wanted to enjoy what Impulsi could bring me in terms of pleasure.

I wondered if she would visit me in the future, if my sexual drive could awaken her once more.

Probably. She's done it before.

[Rusty Shackleford]

Thank you for sharing, this was an interesting contrast to JSample's story. I like how you took this topic of inner desire and made it your own. Reminds me of the days when we used to do writer's challenges seeing how we'd each explore a common thing. Maybe that's a thing we should bring back?

Rusty

[Solrex]

Thank you for sharing, this was an interesting contrast to JSample's story. I like how you took this topic of inner desire and made it your own. Reminds me of the days when we used to do writer's challenges seeing how we'd each explore a common thing. Maybe that's a thing we should bring back?

Rusty

That sounds like a great idea.

[JSample]

Hey, Solrex, I enjoyed reading your "dream-scape" story of your quicksand encounter with Impulsi and how she directed your experience of it. And as Rusty mentioned above, it is indeed quite a contrast to my concept of my inner "Kid," who cajoles me into indulging my fantasies so that "he" can experience them even though "I" remain ultimately in control. I was especially intrigued by your description of Impulsi's "gender-fluid" effect on your dream body; I don't recall in either my dreams or fantasies ever taking on a "feminine" role for myself, whether when fantasizing about a damsel in distress in quicksand or myself sinking in it (reread Part 8 of my story to see that the quicksand takes on a "feminine" role for me when I imagine sinking). And though it was only a short note in your introductory comments, I caught what you said about your being a Christian and the "problem" that Impulsi causes with that. As I touched on in my own story, I also have a strong religious background, one with which my quicksand fetish played havoc for decades until about the last five years, during which time I've come to embrace a more secular outlook. Even so, I both appreciate and respect your own inward struggle between your fetish fantasies and your religious beliefs.

[Solrex]

Hey, Solrex, I enjoyed reading your "dream-scape" story of your quicksand encounter with Impulsi and how she directed your experience of it. And as Rusty mentioned above, it is indeed quite a contrast to my concept of my inner "Kid," who cajoles me into indulging my fantasies so that "he" can experience them even though "I" remain ultimately in control. I was especially intrigued by your description of Impulsi's "gender-fluid" effect on your dream body; I don't recall in either my dreams or fantasies ever taking on a "feminine" role for myself, whether when fantasizing about a damsel in distress in quicksand or myself sinking in it (reread Part 8 of my story to see that the quicksand takes on a "feminine" role for me when I imagine sinking). And though it was only a short note in your introductory comments, I caught what you said about your being a Christian and the "problem" that Impulsi causes with that. As I touched on in my own story, I also have a strong religious background, one with which my quicksand fetish played havoc for decades until about the last five years, during which time I've come to embrace a more secular outlook. Even so, I both appreciate and respect your own inward struggle between your fetish fantasies and your religious beliefs.

About that, first off, I have the hypnotic trigger word so I can get deeper into Deva's mind when roleplaying her, even imagining every fiber of her being becoming a part of me for Immersion. Now, as for the kinky side of it, Impulsi knows that if I was female, I would love to let the quicksand fill me up from the bottom and pleasure me relentlessly. So, she takes an innocent character design, Deva, and twists her to her own pleasures within me. It was a tool, and since Impulsi has all my "passwords" so to speak, my trigger words, she would use every tool at her disposal to make me feel absolutely pleasureful.

Also, I had an idea. If someone wanted to email me their discord info or Kik info or skype info, we could do a RP where you enter my mind, and Impulsi sees you have a quicksand kink, and she exploits it to pleasure you beyond measure.