My girlfriend the lesbian succubus

I met Shannon a month ago at a bar. She is the sweetest girl, and after only a few hours of drinking I took her home with me and we had an amazing night together. Since then, we’ve been hanging out almost every day. Shannon was really perfect in every way. Tall, beautiful brunette hair, slender body with a lovely caboose. Not to mention she was in to girls? You never expect the pretty ones to be gay, for whatever reason, but she very much was. I felt like I’d hit the jackpot.

We do a plethora of things together, ranging from Netflix in bed all day to partying all night. She seemed overly fond of coffee, so we went to coffee shops a lot. I don’t mean she just really liked coffee, but that she really liked coffee. She regularly drinks over six cups a day, which puts my three a day to shame. And you know how some people get jittery after that much caffeine? It doesn’t seem to affect her. Speaking of which, she doesn’t seem to get tired. We’ve had some...pretty amazing nights together. Sometimes I find myself having to drink a gallon of water and coffee to keep up with her. She just doesn’t seem to lose energy. Without going in to too much detail, we went at it for 4 hours once and I was near dead by the end. When I finally murmured that I couldn’t move anymore and we had to quit, she popped up and, with her bubbly voice, told me that she’ll go make coffee. It was 3 in the morning. I did not have the energy to go after her, so I let her guzzle down a few cups of coffee before she hopped in bed with me.

This is going to sound crazy, but I don’t think she sleeps either. Whenever we cuddle and watch Netflix, I pass out usually within 30 minutes. Whenever I wake up, she’s just staring straight ahead. One time I fell asleep for 3 hours on her, when I woke up she hadn’t moved an inch. I suppose I would have found it strange because it always happened, but whenever she noticed me wake up she’d boop me on the nose and say “good morning beautiful!” and honestly that just derailed any coherent thoughts I had going on at the moment.

Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of night and find her laying perfectly still. Normally, this is what people do when they sleep, but something about it always felt weird, like she was trying to pretend to be asleep. She’d always lay on her back, fold her hands across her stomach, and breathe in and out at a steady rhythm. Sometimes I’ll say her name, and she’ll shoot up and respond to me as if she wasn’t just fast asleep.

Those are just a few of her quirks, stuff I never really noticed at first. But after spending a few weeks with this girl, I started to notice these patterns. Perhaps it was her beauty that always distracted me, or my vision being butted by infatuation, but something was different off about this girl. Not in like a bad way, more in a “there’s a gaping hole in your brain where certain knowledge should be” kind of way.

Anyway, fast forwarding to this morning. I woke up to the smell of burning bacon. Oh I left that out, she likes everything really well done. To the point where it’s not even well done anymore, it’s just burnt. So whenever she cooks, I have to put on a smile and choke down whatever she makes. Lucky for her I really like crispy bacon, so I oversold how much I like bacon so whenever she cooks she includes bacon.

I stumbled out to the kitchen and groggily greeted her. She was as bubbly as ever.

“Good morning, beautiful!” she said, flashing her beautiful smile that made me go weak at the knees.

“Hey, love. More bacon?”

“I know how much you like it! I under cooked it a bit this time because I know you don’t like it as well done as me!”

“You’re such a sweetheart.” I told her as she slid a plate of bacon towards me. It was slightly less black this time. She sat down next to me with her plate of obsidian bacon and three cups of coffee.

“Did you have any fascinating nightmares?” she asked me, crunching on her bacon. I paused when my brain registered her question.

“Nightmares? You mean dreams?” Who asks somebody if they had any fascinating nightmares?

“Yes, those! Did anybody visit you?”

“Actually you were there the whole time.” I told her. She gave me a smirk like she knew I had dreamed about her. To be fair, I’d dreamed about her almost every night since we met, I’d just never told her about it.

She got up and took our plates to the sink and then we moved to the couch after I had made myself a cup of coffee. I set my coffee on the table and turned on Netflix, then moved over so she could sit next to me. Realizing I was out of reach of my coffee I asked her to hand it to me. She grabbed it but I guess didn’t get a good grip on it and spilled it all over herself.

“Oh shoot, I’m so clumsy. Sorry, babe. I’ll go get some towels!” With that, she hopped up and pranced off to the bathroom, as if she didn’t just spill piping hot coffee all over her. I had just made that cup and it was likely at least 130 degrees.

After cleaning up, we sat in silence for a bit watching The Office. She really likes Creed. After a couple episodes, I got up to get a second cup of coffee and then returned next to her on the couch.

“Allison.” she said to me.

“Yes, babe?”

“You’re sitting on my tail.” I looked down and I was sitting on my girlfriend’s long pink tail.

“So I am.” I moved off her tail. And it coiled up behind her. “One thing, WHY DO YOU HAVE A TAIL?”

“You don’t know?”

“KNOW WHAT?” I said, wanting to believe I was still asleep. She gave me an innocent giggle.

“Oh babe, I thought you knew. I’m a succubus.” I paused for a moment, thinking about the weeks we had spent together.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” is all I could manage to say.