It starts with a whisper. A velvety buzz in my head, smoothing out the wrinkles in my brain as I send you off to sleep. The sound of my own voice is soothing and familiar, and the vibrations of my speech are the purring of a cat. Words are slipping past my lips and I both lose and gain complete focus and clarity—autopilot. Thinking, breathing, speaking, I know I must be doing all of the above but I’ve lost the awareness as if I’m deep in a dream. I feel lighter and then I see into your mind, every little synapse firing off as I hypnotize you and sink into your subconscious… our subconscious. By now I am in another world, a world in which I can put myself into trance with you and yet still I control the ride.
Blissful, dreamy, drowsy, soft, warm, safe. I give myself these gifts.
There is a deep longing inside of me that begs to be filled with kink and debauchery. My body craves it—a deep, gnawing sensation akin to hunger pangs that will only be satiated when my nails are clawing at someone’s flesh. Seeking that rush, that thrill, someone who needs my ravenous touch just as badly as I need their body to use. A face to soak and smother, a cock to use as a toy, wrists to bind, a mind ripe for the obliterating. A pulse that alternates between fast and slow, fear and pleasure, frustration and satisfaction. Most people are content with foreplay and fucking, while my foreplay is so much darker and needier.
I am a succubus who watches as you sleep, draining the life force out of your brain and body, drunk on power and the taste of honey on my lips. Kiss me. I will take you and mold you into everything I could ever want. Fear will hold you back, but acceptance is your savior.