Their words... Spill with lust, dragging past their lips. Their intentions, to indulge in hedonistic pleasures, diving deeper and deeper with every thought. Their desire? To hold the hands of a man, as his pockets weight heavy with love... Interlock their fingers, guiding them deeper into their abyss.

I have had the pleasure of meeting such witches. They are a blessing, and a curse. One was proud to be called a "modern succubus" when I realized that no matter how many times she drained me... No matter how many times the blood withdrew from my head and rushed back into my brain... No matter how many times my willpower was left restored...

Like a siren calling me back to the very sea that I slipped away from...

I could not resist... Falling right back into their arms... And giving them more and more. More words to dance with theirs. More thoughts. More pleasure. More edging.

If you go through my posts you'll realize that I enjoy a woman's mouth more than anything... But not for the reason you may think. It is what echoes through it. What fills the air and seeps into my ears. This is what I simply cannot resist. Her words. Her in her entirety.

I need to resist... Resist edging for hours to a woman as she talks to me about her interests, hobbies, and everything in between. But why can't I find the strength to do so?

Is it my imagination that wanders? As she describes to me how a shopping spree at Aritzia would leave me panting like a beast? Or is it the perfectly done nails that she wraps around my cock? Perhaps the heels that tilt her frame and cause her assets to be... Highlighted.

I need to resist.

Or should I continue this vicious, lustful cycle?