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

I take a look at myself as I always do before looking at others.

I care about my appearance, well I used to. Since I’m not on the prowl looking for a tasteful bit of orgasmic energy, I stopped caring about my appearance. 

The only reason I ever gave a shit, was to be attractive to women.  I used to go shopping the mall in the afternoon.  The place would be dead.

I’d find the woman working and say “I don’t know how to dress myself, can you find me some clothes that make me look hot.”

I’d spend 2 hours in the dressing room, trying shit on as it came over the door.

I used to shave daily.  Now I have a beard, and as beards go, I really need to shave. 

Since I don’t care about my appearance, I wear white t-shirts and khaki pants. I have enough for a week.

Now,  I looked at myself. 

When I look at others, it’s so sad how much effort people put into what they wear. You can see men want to look cool.  Women, some women are begging for attention and it shows in what they wear. Spandex dresses and tight little skirts, yoga pants.

It’s as if women’s wear is designed by pimps. 

“No girl, your ass is smoking in that, and the girls look goooood.”

Who put me in charge of anything?

Putting me in charge of anything is a sure fire way for it to blow up.  It will be a fucking disaster. 

I can’t even take charge of myself.

I need a drink. No I don’t. 

I need sex. I’m a starving Incubus. 

We work at being like everyone else.  We’re so not like everyone else. 

Incubi and Succubi don’t like having sex with many. We actually take wives and husbands.  We have children. 

It fucks up the soul to have many fucking partners.  It’s why we use a little trick to get our souls back after having sex.

I could use a woman, and then I say this thing everyday for 21 days, and I’m free and clear.

But why use a woman?

Woman use men and men use women.

Tina used me and decided to call me up.

How many have I used?

How many used me?

Men and women are both fucked as hell. 

I mean when I’m sitting around a group of women vs a group of men, the women are so much dirtier.

Men just want to show off how manly they are. Which is exactly how manly they aren’t.

Does anyone get what an alpha is?

They alpha is always watching the backs of the pack. Their not showing off for any.

When they’re needed, they’re exactly where they should be.

Leading from behind.