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

That’s the thing, I will always out live people unless they are Succubi and Incubi. There’s this one woman that has lived for 50,000 years.

I can’t imagine living that long.

I got the chance to meet her, and holy blue fucking shit. She was an 11. I’ve never seen such beauty. It could be her “glamor ” was working on me.  From what I understand the pheromones get stronger as we age. 

That had to be it.

She looked around 40, yet I could sense she was much older.  It was in conversation, that’s when she let it slip what her age was. 

She had patience like I’ve never seen. I met her when I was 20, still im my cunt waffle period.

She didn’t even budge when I hit her with my best shit. She simply said “oh really.”

She could have been pissed, but I wouldn’t know it. She was a classy lady. She wouldn’t stoop down to my level.

This is where I learned a lot about what we can do.  Mom told me the basics, but this broad taught me more about me than I ever knew. 

That’s why I love older women. Of course I will never be with an older woman, I’m well over 100 years old. But back in my twenties, I loved women in their 40’s.

They knew how to take care of a man, and I took very good care of them.

I figured we were friends first, and fuck buddies second. It was the friendships that made the women that were mine that made me all theirs. 

I could tell them everything, accept the fact that I’m an Incubus.  We were the best of friends, and I noticed the more the friendship grew, the better our fucking got.

Find friend I want to fuck.

Doesn’t sound difficult, but oh how difficult it is.

Simple doesn’t mean easy.

It may be hard as fuck, but it can be easier. 

Nothing is ever easy.