A Candid Interview With A Shopping Succubus
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If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire. Warm. Destructive. Resplendent in terror-inducing beauty. Good for the ecosystem in controlled amounts. Important for certain trees.
Wait, what was I…? Oh yes.
The human understanding of succubi is so limited. A product of your pitifully narrow focus. You reduce us to creatures of lust, when we are embodiments of desire. Lust is part of that, yes, but it is merely one facet of this glorious jewel of life.
The desire for safety. The desire to be seen. The desire to control. Each as tangible to me as sunlight, as individual and beautiful as a wavelength of the rainbow. I dance through an endless buffet of impulses and needs and they feed me like a flower in the sun.
But, well, you are what you eat.
We’re infamous for lacking “middle gears”. I say we lack friction; that doubt and muddle and fear which clouds your flames and means I must bask by so many of your fires to keep my own warmth roaring.
Is it bad to feel wholeheartedly? To be crushed by a stranger’s disinterest, then a moment later moved to joyful tears by birdsong in the hedge? We’re derided as “flighty”, but perhaps if you didn’t insist on dragging the past around inside your minds you’d have space to properly relish the present moment.
Admittedly I sometimes wish I could hold more than one want at once. That ability to set aside wants for needs… I’ll never understand it, but I do understand how helpful it can be.
That’s simply not who I am, though. Whatever desire fills me, whatever I currently want, I want so viscerally, so intensely, so urgently that it becomes a need. If I’m denied it I’m in agony. If I do get it I’m left hollow and flailing. Until I catch upon a new desire to drive me.
What? Oh, yes, feeding. Of course you want this to be about humans. Fine.
The problem is, just as fulfilling our own desires leaves us empty, once a human achieves a desire they’re like a finished food wrapper. Yes, you’ll go find another desire, but it takes you ages. You prefer to just sit there and bask in the finished goal.
So, to get back to your first question, I’m a stripper, not a whore. No shade to whores, I don’t see why you humans treat it differently to every other job. But they’re all about getting a client’s desires satisfied. Whereas for me, once someone’s done, they’re useless.
And it’s not just lust that works for. Any desire will do. But there’s few other jobs where stringing someone along and not giving them what they want is considered acceptable. Either you end up with people hating you, or you find a job where there’s no end to new people who need desires satisfied. Personally I can’t stand all the let-downs involved.
Now - you see that vase? It’s beautiful. I must have it. Goodbye!
Prompt was the first sentence.