Or researching about demons rather… While working on my novella I was thinking of ways to spice up my story of unrequited love. Why is it that my male protagonist will not give in to my female? What is wrong with him that he will not love her, although he obviously cares?
I had the idea of throwing in a ridiculous hot ex-girlfriend to complicate things. That is fine and adds another layer of conflict but what about a hint of the supernatural? I always did like fantasies the best anyway. What if the superhot ex wasn’t even human but a Succubus? What if the reason my male protagonist can’t get with my female protagonist is because he is spell-bound?
That sounds like a lot more fun to me. So I’ve been doing some research on succubi and have come across a few different things. Everyone agrees that they are female sex demons but there are differences of opinion about their motives. I have read accounts that say a female succubus doesn’t eat so she feeds on male semen! Gross. Then there are also a few things I’ve read that say a female succubus tricks a sleeping man into sex with her so she can collect his semen and give to her male counterpart the Incubus. The Incubus then goes and impregnates a human female and that is how baby demons are born. Disturbing.
While doing research I came across a confession by a man who claimed to have had several “realtionships” with female sex demons. He goes into detail about what excellent lovers they are and how they are only out for sexual pleasure and not to steal your soul. He describes how the succubus had sex with and even talked to him telepathically.
It was very strange and made me think this guy is insane or has an awesome imagination. Either way, I do appreciate the aide he gave me in writing certain scenes.
This is the only picture with any green in it that I had.
I remember being in elementary school and purposefully not wearing green so a cute boy would hopefully pinch me. What I weirdo I was! Now that I am older I have out grown the festivities and it has been regulated by the city to the point of not being fun anymore. Do you really need to put people in handcuffs for pulling up their shirts? Who cares? One of the last times I ventured to Riverstreet with friends, I ended up having to go to court and pay a huge fine for “public nudity,” or “indecent exposure,” one of the two.
It’s just more trouble than it is worth. At any rate the flooding of the streets with obnoxious college students is only slightly less annoying to me than the fact that all bars close at midnight! I have no idea who thought up this stupid rule. Many bars make their budget for the year during this weekend and I can’t understand why the city would want to shut businesses down three hours early and lose out on that extra revenue. But what do I know? I’m just mad that I have to leave the bar early.
The only celebrating I intend to do is bake some cupcakes with shamrock sprinkles for an office party tomorrow and maybe wear some green tights to work underneath a little skirt. I tried to find something cool in the way of decorations for my party but it was hard to look at things when the employee was following me around trying to make me buy green dildos, and glittery shamrock riding crops. Did I forget to mention I was shopping at The Comedy Store? Maybe not the best idea.
Yeah I wish I was traveling abroad but this actually took place in downtown Atlanta. I saw some kickboxing muay thai and MMA bouts. I had a front row seat and almost felt like the fighters were going to explode outside the ring and land on me at certain times in the night.
When we first got there I had barely finished kicking a little skank to the curb, who thought she was going to sit in my spot, before someone was already on the ground with his eyes rolled back in his head breathing deeply. I have been to only one other live event so I didn’t have much to compare this too but it was really exciting to me.
The energy of the crowd was infectious and the loud metal music was getting me hyped up for what was coming. The first knock out was the only one of the night but some of the submissions were really cool. I was so close to the ring I actually worried if I would get sprayed with blood when this guys nose was busted.
In between bouts I was entertained by a weird old gray haired man with a significant pot belly who danced in his jeans and button up dress shirt as if he were having sex with some invisible partner standing in front of him.
This strange mating dance which covered quite a lot of ground and seemed to get increasingly more graphic as the night wore on, was abruptly ended when an employee came over and forced him to sit down. Dancing man promptly fell asleep in his chair.
I happened to be there with several of my favorite people to see my good friend Victoria who will hereafter be referred to by me as “Ladykiller,” fight a Pigmy girl. When I say that I mean the girl was about 5ft 3 inches tall. She came out to 99 problems by Jay-Z and was all smiles as she touched her gloves to our fists. I don’t know if it helped but I yelled encouragement as loud as could. I yelled with my entire being until I felt dizzy. And she did not disappoint.
There were axe kicks and superman punches a plenty! I actually have only seen a few people attempt to do a superman punch but Ladykiller pulled it off with ease landing every one. And hows about a heel on your ear? I bet that pigmy liked it. After all that the misguided little girl thought she won she came over to Ladykillers side and bowed to her touching her face to LK’s gloves glowing because of her victory. Then the decision was announced and everyone from Pigmy’s gym, Hard Knock, yelled boos at my friend. To which we all responded with cheers to counterbalance it.
I was so pissed that they were trying to take away her win with their rudeness. I ran over to the other side and emptied a beer on someone’s head. Well, not really but wouldn’t it have been more fun if I did?