Succubus

<p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)>I always knew there was something wrong with me.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)>Something not quite right.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)>I have this... addiction that started when I was younger and stumbled across my mother's back massager. That wonderful magical tool became my new best friend.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)>At least until that need inside me that clings to my insides like a rabid beast stopped being satisfied with plastic vibrations.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)>It's uncontrollable untamed and completely unstoppable. So I stopped trying to fight it and learned to embrace it.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(18 18 18 1)>I was perfectly happy with my lonely little life of destruction until three men showed up out of the blue and showed me a whole new world.</span></p><p><br></p>