Succubus

I always knew there was something wrong with me.

Something not quite right.

I have this... addiction that started when I was younger and stumbled across my mother's back massager. That wonderful, magical tool became my new best friend.

At least until that need inside me that clings to my insides like a rabid beast stopped being satisfied with plastic vibrations.

It's uncontrollable, untamed, and completely unstoppable. So I stopped trying to fight it and learned to embrace it.

I was perfectly happy with my lonely little life of destruction until three men showed up out of the blue and showed me a whole new world.