To my surprise, straight appearing men got at me almost immediately, unrelentingly, on a very consistent basis for a number of years, which I was only...prancing and bouncing in short-shorts and flip flops during this time, still men were consistently with stiff hard cocks positioning themselves around me, it never failed, can't remember a time it ever did.One early morning, some crazy talking older men actually circled me, giggling, laughing out loud and gesturing repeatedly in my direction. Maybe more. They all seem to like it. Don’t seem to lose many uh, friends because of it.” Daddy laughed and said “Some men love it. That’s why they come to you, and cum, because of this.” He had pinched a little drops of moisture onto my tips. “Sure, some men, just love this warmth, this caring, this sexiness, so natural, so you, so girly...” His voice trailed off as he looked into my eyes and smiled his warm smile of love. I like the way he loved my body even though it did some mighty strange. No, I'm not a hooker. I'm a succubus. Do you know what that is, Harry?" You shake your head. "A succubus is a mythical creature who roams the earth looking for a mate. Not a husband, or a boyfriend, but someone to mate with. And when we find someone, someone like yourself, we take them. We use them up. We fuck them until they are empty."I start grinding on your cock, letting my clit rub against you. You have a dreamy look on your face. Is it my scent, the smell of my cunt, making you dizzy? Or. Nervously, I stepped on the concrete sidewalk that lead to the door in which I was about to knock with my fist. I stepped on the welcome mat and lifted my arm. Just as I was about to knock, I paused and took a deep breath. This was the moment I had been waiting for now for two long years.Finally, I knocked and waited. A few seconds later, Miranda opened the door. She still looked the same. Her dark hair still flowed over her shoulders. Her dark eyes still shined perfectly. Her thin lips that I.