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

What is it an Incubus does?

How do we know each other?

What makes us different?

Pheromones.

We put out pheromones that other’s find intoxicating.  Each of us is mirror knowing what you want to hear.

It’s a really dirty fucking trick, and I thought if I could just see androgynous souls, I wouldn’t want to fuck any of them.

After years, I need to feed.

Oh their orgasmic energy calls to me.

Not really, but shit I need to get fucking laid.

However, I’ve learned much about how women are.  There a lot like me, only they have been trained to let their emotions do the living.  Not all.  There are some truly wise women that I used to go to for advice.

Those poor fucking women, they walked me and talked me through so much in my life.

Sisters, the ones I never had. I love my big sisters.  All the hell I put them through. 

Stayed on each of the their couches after I got thrown out.

Some of them were Succubi.  We never had sex, but from what I get we would be addicted to each other.

That’s why I stopped having one night stands. I didn’t need another addict who was addicted to my cock.

When of us fucks a normal person, we become addictive for that person.  We actually addict others. 

It’s why I’m a marrying Incubus. I don’t need addicts craving sex they can’t have.  For them, we are the fuck of their life.

Succubi and Incubi have this ability. 

I felt bad after I saw one that was a one night stand.  We fucked years ago. I could see it in eyes, she wanted me and her body language showed it.

Then, Tina hit me up.  I could hear in hear voice.

Then, then, then I saw a lot of my night stands, each of them had a longing for more sex.

That’s what killed me. I had left them all suffering. 

I never wanted any to suffer for anything I did.  This is what the celibacy is for.  To protect them from me.

I’ll marry one, and I’ll make her dreams come true. I forget what I can do as far as my manifestation gift.

It’s as if Succubi and Incubi can create for someone, but for ourselves, nothing but the necessities. 

I need to find one the wants a ranch or a farm.

I’ve been working on a hemp farm, and I’d love to give a woman a hemp farm, of course she has to marry me, but and I have no candidates. 

Oh well, back to the drawing board.