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.