Halloween 2024 entry
Ghouls! I'd heard of them my whole life, but never really thought about them. I mean, I just thought they were some kind of creepy creatures, but this new guy I've been dating, Iblis, says that they're like little goblins that like to eat human flesh. But they're not ordinary cannibals; no, they prefer rotting flesh. Like vultures, they'd rather feast on carrion, but he says that they'd not turn down living flesh. But they would rather hang around cemeteries and war zones than feed off living people.
This guy, Iblis, he's magical, the perfect specimen of a man. He's got the perfect body, strong and toned like you can't believe. He can't be any older than 30-35, but he knows everything, I mean everything. History, science, art, mythology, and especially how to make a woman howl like a coyote. I swear, when he's done with you, you can hardly walk. Every nerve ending, every fiber of your being is thrilling with ecstasy. I mean, the next day I'm still having little climaxes, aftershocks to all the orgasms he pulled from me. Talk about being weak in the knees.
But he's like, weird, you know. He talks about ghouls like they're his grandchildren. But then, when he came over once when "I Dream of Jeannie" was on the tube, he commented that if his jinn children had looked like that, he'd have never let them leave his side. He's kind of Middle Eastern, I think, with a swarthy look and a strange accent. Maybe he's confused on what children or grandchildren are in English, but again, that's strange for a guy who knows as much as Iblis does.
Anyway, he wanted to go down on me, but I stopped him, telling him my period was starting. He just laughed and started to go down, saying, "Best time for it!" Grossed me out, big time.
"Don't be ghoulish," I told him.
He laughed, and said, "Maybe that's where they get it." When I asked him what the heck he was talking about, he sat up and started telling me about ghouls and how they liked carrion over fresh meat. He said maybe they inherited it from him and his love of menstrual blood.
My repulsion took a back seat to my curiosity. "How can ghouls inherit from you?"
"Oh, they're all my children and grandchildren," he responded. Then, before I could question him further, he skipped over the oral sex and drove his incredible shaft up into me for the next 45 minutes. His lovemaking, while fantastic, was cruel, with pounding, pinching and biting that would have had me screaming, if I wasn't already doing that from the orgasms. The pain actually seemed to increase my pleasure, rather than diminish it. Anyway, by the time he was finished with me, he could have claim anything, and I would have believed it of him.
He just disappeared one morning, three weeks later. No trace of him left behind. Not even a note. I looked for him everywhere, leaving my name and number with bartenders and hotels I thought he might frequent, but he was gone. I had to be satisfied with my memories and a new, larger, dildo.
