This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

Speaking off me getting knocked down, for an Incubus celibacy is a way to knock me the fuck down and keeping me pinned.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever get back up again. Let’s face it, more than ten years and I still haven’t found one to share my gift with. It truly is a gift.

My ex-wives and girlfriends benefitted from having me.

What in the blue holy fuck happened to me?

I was a mans man. Then I stopped having sex.

Fuckety fuck fuck.

An Incubus who is celibate, sex is our power. May as well have killed me.

I haven’t been able to heal and I feel everything that has happened through my life.  The pain is unreal. 

I get why we don’t do celibacy.

I’d kill to fuck a woman.  I might actually kill if I don’t fuck a woman soon. 

What the fuck?

What I need is a drink. I get drunk and someone will fuck me. I don’t care if she’s 4. I don’t have to look at her face as I fuck her.

But, I’m not going to do it. I’m sure I’ll find someone who I spend a few years with. I’d like to say til death do us part. But I know she’ll die long before I do.

I mean grand dad is over 200 and still looks like he’s in his 50’s. From what he has told me, his mom is over 600 years old.

She lived 400 years before she had my grandfather. 

My mom is on her 4th husband after killing the last two with sex. 150 years old and still fucking like screaming banshee.

Where is this one that will get me, double entendre. More than double.

Who will understand me?

Who will get fucked like pornstar every night?

Who will get my protection?

Protection,  I haven’t talked about that yet.

How do I protect someone I’m fucking?

My spirit does some shit.  I bilocate. Every where my woman goes, I go with her.

I fucked guys up I never met. They wanted to hurt my woman and they paid dearly for it.

The first few got their necks broken before I realized I was doing it. Now, I just rough ’em up and send them on there way.

So who gets me?

Who wants me?

Apparently no one.