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Journal Entry – June 23nd: Last night's dream was so intense, it felt like a freaking summon from the underworld. I was deep in a cavern, the air thick with musk and incense, like stepping into some ancient ritual den. The walls themselves were pulsating with this rhythmic, heavy beat, like the heart of some monstrous creature throbbing in the darkness. Out of the shadows, two figures emerged—a dude and a chick, both with bodies chiseled like Greek gods and eyes that burned with a kind of raw, unholy desire.
The guy was the first to approach me. His dick was already hard, massive and imposing, and he was stroking it slowly as he walked toward me. His voice was smooth as velvet but chilling, telling me to join them. The woman next to him was just as stunning, standing there bare-chested with her nipples hard, looking at me with a hunger that words couldn’t describe. She didn’t need to say anything; her look alone drew me in. They led me to an altar, and around us, there was a sea of bodies, all writhing together in ecstasy, the air filled with their moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
I was laid back on the altar, and the woman climbed on top, guiding my cock into her as she sighed with pleasure. Meanwhile, the guy positioned himself at my head, his erection brushing against my lips. He didn’t have to say anything—I knew what he wanted. I took him in my mouth, the taste of him mixing with the wild, overwhelming sensations as the woman rode me. They both explored my body with their hands, marking me, claiming me as part of their frenzied ritual.
Just as I was about to climax, everything shifted—I woke up, right there in the library. My dick was painfully hard, pressing against my pants. Confused, I looked down to see an old book about some cult of Lilith open in front of me. I swear I don’t remember picking it up. But the words on the page, describing orgies and forbidden rituals, sparked something wild in me. Before I knew it, my hand was down my pants, stroking furiously as I read. I came right there, under the table, in the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had. My cum coated my hand and pants, leaving me gasping for air.

As I regained my senses, the weight of what I’d just done crashed into me. I quickly wiped my hand on my pants, my face burning with shame, yet a part of me was exhilarated by the thrill of it all. I shut the book with shaky hands, my mind spinning with confusion and desire. What the hell am I turning into? The idea terrifies me, but there’s another part of me, a darker, more ravenous part that’s screaming to dive deeper, to answer this call that’s resonating so deeply within me.