Incubus

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I let her fall down on the bed and in seconds she is asleep.

As always it is my job to do the after work. I pull out of her and pull the empty condom off my cock. Her snores fill the room while I clean myself and get dressed. It was a nice evening and I am glad I met her tonight. It's been a while since I had a full meal. Satisfied I tuck her in and take 50 dollars from her wallet. Don't get me wrong I am not stealing. It's just I paid for the hotel room alone and since she is sleeping here the night she can pay half of it. A last look to check that the room is clear of anything that could lead to me and I am gone.

It was a nice hotel she picked, but I am not staying. I can't sleep after I had sex with someone. Sex always fills me with so much energy that I am awake at least for the next 10 hours and it's not like my own orgasm makes me sleepy, because I don't have one. Yeah, you heard right: I am an incubus that doesn't feel pleasure when sleeping with other people. It has always been like that and I kind of settled for it. I still have orgasms but just when I masturbate which I do as often as every normal 19 years old boy.

But when I have sex, nothing. I get hard, but I never come to a finish. It was very frustrating figuring that out. Having hours and hours of sex, bringing my partner to sexual highs, while I am still nowhere near it. Because that's what I am good at, bringing other people pleasure. Others love me for the pleasures I bring them, that's why I always leave without a trace of me. Otherwise, they would follow me everywhere. Believe me, I know what I am talking about.

I walk into the subway station and wait for my next train. One or two people stare at me for a second, before looking away in a hurry. I get those all the time. People stare at me and when they notice they are undressing me with their eyes they turn away ashamed. It's a good thing it is almost midnight and a weekday. Almost no one is taking the subway. I think I overfed a little bit on the girl. I am engulfed in quite a bit of sexual energy. A wagon full of people could be a problem.

Thankfully I make it home without an incident. My apartment welcomes me with a nice smell of my favorite flowers, hydrangea. They decorate the balcony. I put my coat away and undress till I am just in my underwear. Since sleeping is not an option right now, I make myself a tea and sit down and do homework.

Apart from being a weird sort of incubus, I live a pretty normal life. I go to college, I have a part-time job at a warehouse and enjoy my life. As much as I can anyway. College is killing me right now. It is my first semester and the finals are on the way. Studying my ass off seems to be the only thing I do right now. That's why I needed this fuck tonight so badly. Before that, I hadn't eaten in almost two weeks which is near my limit. I can keep myself above water with other things, but I need to fuck someone regularly otherwise I eventually die. The maximum time I have gone without was almost three weeks and that was because I had two broken legs and couldn't walk.

My parents got me a prostitute. I know what you are thinking right now, but in my parent's household sex was always something we discussed openly. I mean want else can you do when both your parents are Incubi. They are from a slightly different kind though. My mom feeds off of sexual pleasure. Her only source of energy is sex or when someone pleasures themselves. My dad feeds off of positive emotions like happiness. When somewhere dopamine is flowing without sex my dad is there to feed. I am a combination. I can feed off of both, but I also need both. I can't neglect one of them. But I can stay alive without one of them way longer than my parents can.

Like I said I can stay without sex for almost three weeks. My mom would drop dead. She needs it at least once a week, but the more times the better. I grew up knowing my mom and dad had sex all the time, so for me, it is nothing gross or special.