Succubus
1.
a demon in female form, said to have sexual intercourse with men in their sleep.
2.
any demon or evil spirit.
3.
a strumpet or prostitute.
I love women. Love their bodies, smells, laughs and awkwardness. But there are evil women out there; a few she-devils that spoil it for all the other good ladies. Of course men are pigs, totally devoid of most human emotion. Or they’re just pussies. Either way totally flawed but back to women. A woman can crawl into a man’s heart, ball-sack, mind and spirit; (but usually not in that order) and when she’s in there, a man has no chance. And if the woman is a succubus, the man is truly fucked (spiritually and emotionally speaking, not the hot fucking we all love and adore.) Everyone knows a succubus. They are the women who latch onto a man’s soul like a barnacle and suck him dry, (not the good ball-sack sucking dry by the way). They can take a great man, a giant among men, who runs fast and strong into danger and would fist-fuck a pissed off tiger if it meant being a better husband or father and turn him into mush. Or worse, turn him into a cold shadow of feeling who hesitates to give his love to another. The kindest and most honest men I’ve know tend to have the most problems with females. Ladies, these are the men who would step in front of a train just to suck your nipples to see if they actually tasted as good as they smelled. These men get steam fucking rolled!!! No wonder the assholes thrive. Well at least I hope so. I’m trying to make a living here.
Maybe perversion is the absolute honesty. I love women so I’m constantly trying to bone a lot of them which fucks up every relationship I’ve been in. Monogamy sounds great in theory. Actually it sounds pretty shitty. Yes everyone? Agreed? Of course we all don’t act on our desires and we shouldn’t unless we are willing to live with the consequences. Or we just need some great oral sex, which let’s face it; oral sex is the first to go in a relationship which is a shame, (that’s assuming that anal was never on the table which is also a shame.)
I have not always been this crass and jaded. Okay maybe I have but there was a time I tried to make it work American Dream style. I got married to a succubus and it all went to shit. I married at the wrong time, for the wrong reasons to the wrong person and so the story goes. But love is out there. It’s sitting next to you on a bar stool, or maybe giving you an HJ at a movie theater, or maybe it’s that hot chick that you were too big of a pussy to say hi to at Starbucks the other day. Chick with the yellow hat, are you out there?