Cindy’s Imaginary Friend - An Incubus Story - Sex Stories

Cindy’s Imaginary Friend - An Incubus Story

... even Korea. Perhaps he was from one of the Pacific islands. It really didn’t matter. Where he was from didn’t explain how he was able to come into her bedroom each night. Sometime in the second week after Teman first appeared, she told her parents about him. They immediately called the police. After a thorough investigation by detectives and a conversation with two social workers and a psychologist, it was decided that he existed only in Cindy’s mind. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” the psychologist told her sweetly. “Many children have imaginary friends who fill a need in their lives.” The woman then softly covered Cindy’s hands with her own and said, “Your parents and I have decided that you will see me once a week for a while so we can work through more constructive ways to fulfill the needs in your life.” Cindy went to therapy for five years. It was mostly playing with special toys and talking about anything in her life that bothered her. Cindy learned a lot from those sessions. Primarily, she learned how to lie convincingly to the psychologist and her parents about the mysterious boy who visited her room each night. Teman continued to come to see her almost every night. Sometimes he would leave one of the small toys behind as a gift to her. Sometimes she would give him one of her drawings and he would take it with him. She was sure that he was real. She was sure that he was really in her room. But whenever the doctor or her parents asked about him, she would say, ...

... “He doesn’t visit me anymore.” The last time Cindy ever mentioned Teman to anyone was when her mother noticed a small, home-made doll on her shelf. She asked where it had come from. “Teman gave it to me,” Cindy answered. “Don’t lie to me,” her mother said firmly. “We have been putting up with your wild stories for months now. And now it looks like you are stealing from your friends and lying to cover what you have done.” Cindy tried to tell her mother that Teman had left the doll the last time he visited, but that only angered her mother more and more. They yelled at each other for several minutes until finally her mother snapped, slapped her hard and screamed, “I never want to hear about this imaginary friend of yours ever again, no matter what he does or what he gives you.” Neither her mother nor the psychologist nor anyone else ever again heard her speak of Teman. After an additional year, the psychologist declared that she had finally outgrown her childish fantasy. Therapy continued for another two years before it was declared no longer necessary. Teman was forgotten by everyone... except Cindy. It is difficult to forget someone who visits you almost every night. The years passed and Cindy grew into a beautiful young woman. Teman also grew. He was now a man, not a boy. As they both got older, Cindy began to notice that she shared many facial features with Teman. She, too, had dark hair and dark eyes. Her skin was darker than most of her friends, and strangely darker than ...