It had started out with me just being bored and looking for something to do. Someone had given me an ouija board at one point in time, as a gag gift, I had never used it and had stuck it up on a shelf then promptly forgot about it. A couple months ago while I was cleaning I came across it. After looking it over I put it up in my bedroom, thinking I was going to give it away or something. It had been a long few weeks, either everyone I knew was busy or they were out of town. Sitting home with nothing to do wasn't my style; I was one of those energetic people that were always on the move or doing something. So one night I pulled out that board and sat it on the coffee table. After reading the instructions I dimmed the lights and lit a few candles then put my fingers on the plancette, thinking it was complete and total bullshit. Then I started asking it questions, real dumb ones like when was I going to get married, what was his name, shit like that. It was with those that I felt it move by its self. Still I was thinking somehow that I was doing it, that somehow my subconscious was the one making it move, giving me answers I wanted. It was then that I moved onto questions I had no answers to or even an interest in knowing about. Still I got answers to them, answers I later found out to be right. Then and there is when I got hooked on the board.
Night after night I stayed home alone, playing with the board, getting answers to things I should have known nothing about. Then it started making predictions, like which stocks to buy, what to invest in, what horses would come in during a race, things for sure I could never know and it was right! Money started pouring in for me; these tips were always right on the target. Strange as it might seem I was getting rich because of a board game! The more I played with it the more I felt I was getting to know whoever it was that I was talking to. It was then that I started asking about that. From what I was told he was a man, 25 when he died from an accident of some sort. It was after that he and I started conversing on a personal level, I would tell him about myself then he in turn would tell me about what he was like in life. Gradually, it got to where I didn't have to use that board to talk to him, somehow or other we had bridged a gap between the living world and the dead one. When I was home he was with me, talking to me like he was alive and I could hear him and feel his presence. No, I couldn't see him but I didn't have to, I knew he was with me. For hours on end we would sit in the darkened living room and talk, like old friends or lovers.
Almost a year into this I found myself no longer going out, it was more enjoyable to stay home and talk with Azreal, which is what he told me his name was. It was like I had a husband now but he was more enjoyable than any human I had ever met over my lifetime. It seemed to me that he cared about all my life, how I was doing, what I was feeling and how to make me feel better, the ideal man! It was then he asked if he could reveal himself to me. What could I say? Even though I had never seen him I lusted after him and wanted him in the worst way so I agreed to that. At first all I saw was a puff of what appeared to be white smoke, like a think cloud fallen to earth then it seemed to solidify and take shape. Before my very eyes Azreal revealed himself to me. My mouth hung open as an Adonis formed before my very eyes, longish dark blonde hair, grey eyes, sensual full lips, 6'5" tall, muscular, long legs and so toned! He was a god! I could feel the crotch of my thong was wet with the lust I was feeling. Slowly, he made his way over to me, kneeling on the floor before me and took my hands in his. He was so real that I could feel the calluses on them, rough workman's hands. Staring into my eyes, he smiled then spoke, that rough husky voice I was so accustomed to, "Erotica, my love, let me give you pleasure. I am here now and only you can make me leave. Let me show you what I have felt for you since we became known to each other."
Unable to speak, lost in those eyes of his I wetted my dry lips and nodded. Leaning forward he kissed me like I had never been kissed before. No, he wasn't solid or warm like a human but somehow it was more erotic, more of a light touch than actual deep kissing. Without much effort he picked me up, cradled to his chest and walked to my bedroom. Slowly and gently he laid me on my bed and with deliberate sensuality stripped my clothes slowly from my body, my pale white skin coming into view. When I was naked, lying there, panting, wanting him, he stood and stripped of the flannel shirt and jeans he wore, revealing himself to me in all his perfection. Kneeling at the foot of the bed he took my right ankle in his hand and slowly kissed his way up my leg until he reached my inner thighs. Shifting around, he knelt between my legs and propped them on his broad shoulders. Looking down into my face, he smiled, one of his fingers tracing softly along my prominent cheekbones. "Such a beauty you are! Magnificent brown eyes one could easily lose themselves in. Hair the color of black silk and as soft to the touch as it. Lips so full and sensual, made to feel a mans kiss on them. Let me have you Erotica; let me be your lover. Please."
That I was about to make love to someone that wasn't really here never crossed my mind, all I could think of was him and how much I wanted him. Moaning a yes, I pressed myself to him, feeling what there was to feel, not human skin but like a warm mist, comforting and radiating.
Leaning down, he kissed me deeply while with his other hand he introduced his thick cock to my pussy, rubbing it softly up and down the outer lips until they parted and were glistening with dew. Slowly he entered me, all of him filling my passage completely, stretching it ever so gently. No, it wasn't the same as a human man; it was a lighter feeling, more like a billowing softness of a feather pillow, soft yet very pliable. But that didn't matter, what he knew how to do more than made up for it! With slow, deliberate strokes he made love to me, clutching my hips, his mouth devouring mine as he slid himself in and out. In life he must have been a brilliant lover because he knew just where to touch and rub to set me on fire, making me squirm and wiggle under him, begging him for more. Holding me to his chest tightly, his mouth never leaving mine, his strokes became longer and deeper, a bit more force behind them than before. One of his fingers found my engorged clit and rubbed it gently, tickling across the underside of it then rubbing across it softly, making me moan his name and squirm all over the place, panting like I had run marathon. Time and time again he made me cum until I lost count of how many orgasms I had and the sheets beneath us were saturated with my juices, it wasn't until I was a saturated and sweating mess below him that he came. Again, it was just mildly warm and had an almost ethereal feel to it but I didn't care, it was his and that was all that mattered.
In the afterglow of our love making he held me to his chest, professing his love for me. Then and there I decided I couldn't be without him, that he had to stay in my life. And he has. When I took out that board I had no idea it really worked, no idea how it would change my life. But something I thought was a simple game has given me a view beyond the veil that is death. My Azreal, my unearthly lover. Would I change it? I don't know, honestly. I miss going out with friends and the pleasures a human man can give but what Azreal has given me is more than I dreamed. Unlike a human couple he and I will never be apart. When I pass through the veil we will have eternity together, no human can give me that.
