This is a fictional story by Max J. Clayton.

Lying.

Why do these fucktards lie?

Most of them lie to themselves and insist their lie is the truth. Being a Telepathic being on this motherfucking planet sucks balls. 

I’ve built tremendous patience with their lies.  Otherwise I’d be screaming at them all the fucking time.

Look at my last wife, the pathological liar.  This is how I built my patience, my tolerance for liars. Now it’s gone.

Every motherfucker will get the pain filled truth from me.

This is why I haven’t had sex in more than ten years. I quit drinking and all I can feel is their lies. 

It all starts with makeup. Make sure there nails are painted, the clothes.  The women that where the yoga pants and insist we don’t pay attention to their asses.

You’re showing it off. Off course this motherfucker is looking at your ass.

Spandex is the worst thing for an Incubus. I am sex.

Showing your tits and ass to everyone and if they notice, you blast them that your not wanting that kind of attention and you should be more evolved.

Fuck that bullshit.

You’re showing me a smorgasbord, and I’m not supposed to pay attention. 

Nothing says “LOOK AT ME!” more than the way some women dress. Dudes too, but I’m an Incubus, not gay.

Even my feminine side is a lesbian.

My last wife said “You’re a man worth shaving for. “

That’s how much time I spent between her legs with my face.

Patience is waiting until she grabs your head and screams “FUCK ME NOW MOTHERFUCKER!”

Usually takes about 30 to 45 minutes.