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

I met someone who I never thought would dig me. Could it be my celibacy is paying off?

I like women in their 40’s and she’s in her 30’s. She is at that point between being a girl and a woman.  She’s quite intelligent.

But, let it be, and let it go, and let it grow.

The girl is the naivety, as she grows into the woman, that naivety dissafuckinppears.

It’s interesting as I’ve seen others hit on her in rapid fashion.

I’m 152, and I’m caught up on her being in her 30’s, “oh by the way I’m 152 and an Incubus, and that means I feed on sex, and you are a tasty morsel. “

Yeah, no.

Being a gentleman isn’t easy, being a gentleman Incubus is a matter of using their mind to feed me. The only thing I say is shit she’ll be interested in.

It keeps the conversation going.

Being a Telepath is as fun as it sounds.