Sex and Murder Magazine

By Doug McIntire

As I copulated with my alien love mistress, the term succubus came to my mind. For she was a demanding mistress, using her mind to control me, keeping me hard and preventing my orgasm. But in spite of my inability to climax, the ecstasy continued to rise and build toward a crescendo, the likes of which I’ve never experienced before. Suddenly she released her hold upon me. My heart exploded as my seed boiled forth, waves of euphoric pleasure passing through me as life was wrung from me in spastic convulsions. And in that instant, I found true happiness…and death.