Succubus

*Andy’s POV*

I woke up with the sensation of a tickle in my left ear. I itched at it, and the sensation faded rapidly.

Ugh. It was still the middle of the damned night. No Juliet to cuddle, no sign of the cats, just me laying there, alone.

Hmm. While apparently there was one thing that wanted my attention. I did a quick scan for Crow and Femme, then got up and quietly shut the bedroom door. It was just too weird with them watching.

I dug out the splat towel from the side of the bed, and felt myself getting harder with anticipation. I supposed I was a creature of habit.

I laid back and started stroking. I closed my eyes, trying to visualize Juliet’s mouth wrapped around my cock, but that wasn’t really doing it after a while. Irritated, I changed techniques, instead holding my thumb firm against my belly and pumping with my pelvis, trying to picture Juliet bent over me.

But I kept losing my concentration, god fucking dammit! I tried switching hands, then using both hands, and then tried massaging just the tip. It was all slow going and I lost my patience.

I looked down at my cursed erection and punched the bed in frustration. I was super amped up. I wanted to lose a load, and right away, but all my tried and true methods were failing me! Fuck, so was all the weird stuff! My dick stared back at me, accusatory.

I sighed and gave up, staring at the ceiling, forlorn. Eventually I rolled over, boner smacking the mattress, tossed the splat towel on the floor, and tried to go back to sleep. I had visions of big, round tits and a juicy ass floating through my head, but I refused to pay my cursed cock any more attention.

Eventually I felt the damned thing settle down, though my imagination took off as I lost consciousness. A beautiful creature, she would feel amazing, and she would smell good, kind of like honeysuckle…

Notes

poor Andy!

so i have given up on the strike, in part because a certain someone said they'd start writing again someday. hopefully SOONER rather than later. *ahem*