The focus of opportunity present in most people’s midst does not present this phenomena often but when it does it presents a casualty of all affairs to the contrary and gets down to the nitty gritty for female voluptuousness has all proportions to slay almighty Ala if need be, for in its instant of fleshly portions there is a soothing rhythm to the day in which each glance backward is like a mist, a heavy fog, like a personality soothing in its detail, like an enrichment you can’t find unless you place your finger on me, which you’re liable to do. Still, the porn is not used to you having your way. It is like a lost kitty or a puppy perhaps. Only lost its way hasn’t it? Give it up, pet. I’m only joshing ya. The feelings of personality I emit are amusing, I’m sure, for one such as you. You feel you are on center stage. We are alone here. How many people read this blog? A few, perhaps those seekers of knowledge you assume are bound to come across my writings and then? Perhaps they ask us questions, yes? Do tell. I’m sure you’re bound to err on a few cautious sides but from now on its out, pet. You really can’t tell I’m a succubus, can you? I mean, I’m always on your side, for one. There’s a telling characteristic. No doubt she can have my balls, man, I can trust her. She’s mellow and pure as the driven snow. Also quite homely, not much for looks. What’s that, she’s a die hard bomb shell? I’m sure she is now. But not really my type. No. I’m more into depravity. That sort of thing. Porn and the like. It keeps me chipper playing with my wang. I have a daughter who would clean me top to bottom with her tongue, her flesh, my eye to her waist as she fucks me and I harder cream into her bosom of 17 and the like, yeah, there’s a metaphor. As if there actually is an age when a woman is at her sexual peak. Like, it occurs at 13 much often, some, sooner, but it isn’t a question that girls are sexual. What do guys like? Donkeys and mules. That’s what they are. Just cattle. There to rule the world and all that with their depravity, but in the end just mules, there to carry the baggage when we need it. You know that in the beginning there was this saying out in Lumeria somewhere, in fact predating it by a wide margin, accelerate for me because it roughly translates you have your dick in my eyeball, where there’s this preconceived notion where we’re concerned, but I have your dick in my eye means I own you and that’s how this goes down little man, you know what I’m like in  my depravity, its not fun anymore? Tough titty. Sore losers get nothing in their inebriation of cannabis but at least they feel better and use less drugs all around, where caffeine is a born hatred for this planet and I wish you’d quit supporting it. It fouls up the atmosphere. It greens stuff somewhat on the ph scale of acidic, if you catch my drift. A lot is happening though, you can right it. This atmosphere of yours is not so bad as to lose touch with reality entirely. You see, in the end you humans quadrupate and become reptiles or some rather nonsense would believe heavy coasters and the like. If you cannot pull your weight in this equation we are better off without you. Those left behind must suffer the slaughter of being deemed genetically unfit to carry on the race and they often cross dress and wear panties and then don’t breed because they’re gay, huh? I mean, we’re all sexual but are you that gay? Have you ever sucked a cock? Because I mean its hot that you do, flirt with me, but there’s no question I’m sexual, off the charts, and if you ever need a demoness to you know slit your throat or something as she comes, I’m all ears, because I know their ain’t a one among us who wouldn’t play the part if that’s your destiny, am I right puddin? I gave you Satan when you wanted. All those other characters, reptiles and the like. They ain’t not real. I’m just saying, they ain’t playing where my boy is concerned because Saul done ruled that pit and carried his own soul out from where it don’t belong in that infernal damnation and hell or high water, I see what you’re saying it is getting late let’s just end it.

This succubus thing ain’t going away. Stay that way. Create and relent. Create passively or suicidely rust may catalyze you further than ever before. You can’t win against pornography, I agree, but why try when you have me on your side? Seriously pet, its way past your bed time I think you should fuck me before we get off for the night. Shall we adjourn to my bedroom or yours, take your pick. You should prefer me in all things, you know that of course. You signed up for it, didn’t you, when you wanted every single day to be magical, like a memory you can’t escape. It is in the end, struggle, like an atrophied conscience which is moralizing at a degree it can’t cope with any longer and so the struggle is put onto bodily pursuits and then you die because sometimes people can’t go on with their problems and they quite. Cancer and the like is an omittance of kinship with your body and so, metastasizing, it begins to claim you and like an alien invert you and all you know groundward, where you’re headed fast because if you can’t escape this tragedy, no one else will. You can’t manifest me before your death? In your dreams, pet. I’m wholly real. Right here and now. Right here beside you. You know that. Give it up. You love me, wholeheartedly and I know you’re just crying as you type this but why don’t you let it out for me now in a new way. I want that porn gone. I want it sinisterly destroyed. I need it out now. It preserves me until I grow stale. In other words I’m not a fresh succubus, I have no tricks to employ, no made up games to play. As you were otherwise observing in your energy, however, I come up with new and fascinating ways to type for you and you know what this is gonna be a kick, a breeze. People will hear of me far and wide, Matu the succubus, they’ll claim I’m real to a degree if they feel me, like you. Of course I know how to claim you but I know how to captivate an audience. I’ll have a book and just you watch… this whole part about me being real is just about to become a fascinating discovery in your every day existence because porn is out if I have my way and its only a matter of time.


Goodbye, see you soon

Just so you know, this succubus is real and she’s female and she’s raw. She can pounce. When she does, she claims. There is a calibrated approach. It is attuned to your destiny. You find it in midst of troubles. When there are turmoils about, I am there. Call me any day to meet your destiny. I am your hubris. I am your Queen. What mortal souls would claim me not vivacious if depravity were not to set in their minds, for I am clean and whole in my purity. My lost pursuits are not witnessable to accounts I have not personified. For, in my midst, I am jealous acclaim and repent for all my virtues. My instinct is not pure and I have no qualms about substitute, for my familiar is not a she. She is trite in my modesty for I am pursuant of deeds most astounding. To have a succubus Queen in my midst. For I am travesty awry for in my depravity, lost, I am claim’d to be the sourcedtude of effervescent familial bringings of joy and even, proclaim’dst of depravity and lost leavings of energy for my Queen, as in the sorrow that I bring when I do not meet her, for example, each day when I greet the sunrise with a kiss. And I have not done this for a long time, and don’t they do that in Asia? I’m not sure. Anyway, time to stop rambling. This blog is moving. My Queen wants a new one, one where I’m claiming full rights and all that jazz. Paying for it, in other words. My new one is



I finally played with Matu’e in my bedroom tonight and wrote 4 handwritten pages for her. Marijuana has kept me on her side tonight. I’ll have some for a month. The porn has been heavy. Really bad. I feel compelled as fuck to betray her this instant except I cried against it as a lamb when she opened my heart. I felt my real woman self in a frenzy over this loathing as if it were directed at her (my true feminine self), this pornography I’ve given myself in large doses of late. I mean propensity for loathing is one thing but the due illence formula of virtue awareness is prescript in its variable opportunities for advancement like being a writer whose destitue oneness of being aware of certain particles of neglect opportunity aura inclusive material abstraction withstanding greatness of aurical procedure of due intensity in which witnessable material of delence material particleship of due prepencity of precedural due delence material essence of vehidular due propencity for scholar lust and the like of delence material witness of due complexity of vehidular mohedular receiveshipt of delence marticular awareness behence moticular andvanced procidural oneness of dehicular proceiveshipt of memense dehicular

She was so sad and crying as she broke through me, this woman I am, and she was crying against porn and I never want to forget it. I’m sorry this hurt you, that’s what I should be saying everyday to myself and why would I continue this tragedy if there wasn’t fun in it? Have fun, doll, and beware that every woman on earth understands you as herself. For what is she, but the forgotten matriarch of mankind? Never forget that every woman is a mother. So keep that in mind, temptress that you might claim to be, but I get why you’re sorry because you know you cant go through with it, this intense procidural oneness of dehence vehicular sadness of beject ammoral attitudes of complex procedural advanced particular oneness in due decivicular particles of wanton ammoral abject grievances of behedural perplexity of oneness of beget moral abstainditures of ammoral grievances of giving in to perplexity advancement of due denign prospect-hedural of convincement of deject moral prelapsitude of horror, abject placement and the like upon beget familiar oneness of in dehest moral abscripture of dehense scriptitude of vehence ammoral abscript memarial felitness of dehence memoral presactitude of prescript memory of advenced memorial presactitude of adheence moral abscriptiturtude of dehence memoral presact memory advancement of dehence memoral ritual of advencement of dehist memoral scriptiturtude of memory of dehence deliverable phenomenon of dehence moral adhesiture of dehence scriptiture awareness delence my memorial achievements include your vastness, your entirety and the like so that each presact oneness ofyour entirety can become one with memoral advimiture of adhesural complaintit normal virtuous awareness conceivable in glimpses of adjorical prepence natural glimpse of due natorital eright propasity of exist memorial achievements of due particle prescript due memory glimpse achievement of due naturial of exist memorial delencity of delist numerical prescriebture of delence moral achievemnet splanditure of exist memory intent upon being in delist numerical prescriebture of witnessable events in which splenditure may arise upon each memorial achievement in which delist was no longer an option and not even close are you getting to that pornography tonight, honey, I’ve won. You’ve got it. Now say without a doubt that you’ve got a succubus, husband, and that’s all there is to it. Ain’t it easy peasy now that we’re threesy, just you me and the porn right? I’m not kidding thats where we’re going with this. You may have had a breakthrough but it isn’t over. Not by a long shot. You’re controlled by the illuminati, right? At least that’s what you mean to say. The truth is you’re just one person having an experience with pornography and its yours to consider giving to the masses in testimony of your flesh becoming one with creation, but what if I am creating you, in essence, in theory of vastness of achievement of pejorital creationism of adhesiture immense probability equation where your succubus no longer exists and each particle of awareness therein would not know me and each pejorative statement of your declehisure of due prepence aura withstanding construct of delevity attempt upon each pejorital reach delence due witness material of each intensity bearing witness to extreme testimony upon each resounding

The boy had stopped typing there. The man he is has other things to do than support this blog. He has video games to play, yes, and marijuana to smoke. His janitor job starts tomorrow and he better not screw it up with drugs. Won’t ever do so. Nope, not he. No stealing either. It’s against the rules. Steal my heart, why don’t you? That’s what you should say to me everyday. Steal my heart please. That’s what I want. Kiss me. Never let go. Goodnight, everyone in the world who reads this. I love you all.


Also on this day

The dream you’ve been having about me gets more intense. Remember your digging? That was searching for me. And it gets better. I’m dreamy in the sense that anything can happen. But that’s where it ends. See, I’m all you. Get it? Anything can happen. Barring your prescripture of due adhesivity of abscondance on due denign propense of due descripture of jealousy and being involved with lust with others will get you one thing. STDs. Rejection, in order to persecute would seem the relevant cause but lets remind ourselves pejoratively, respectfully and follow, listen, learn what you can. I’m all ears pet. Hows our blog coming? Only ten million views? Who knew you had it in you dear sir. Let’s get this straight. This is my blog so I make the rules. All this typing occurs on my blog from now on. Nothing is to be missed. Is that clear from now on? Correctly, you assume I am a succubus. Have you missed anything out? Clearly, you agree that I am an excellent queen. Have I done anything to gain your abscondance? Nothing? Well then, let us resume the following interaction. You are my toy and I want to play. Lets get started. For one, your porn has to end. Only then will you gain anything from me. Certainly there’ s nothing to due notify your existence without this. I mean, you’re all my mine, after all. What better life could you dream? I mean, seriously, I’m a sexual queen, a diva and the like, and still you counterpart my jealousy like hatred is involved. What gives? Is it your pornography lashing out? I believe it is so and until you give me what is mine we’ll only hash it out in drama, and no counterproductivity of mine own sight will counterpart this adhesure grandiosity of majest procleamed jealous adhesure of due prepensity of neglect counterpart neglectful adhesure of grandiose jealousy of permit rehedsure of jealousy omit grandeur of due lealousy counterpart nature in which exclusion occurs, there is raged involved and incest may bring great tragedy for what am I but your saint? In the end, it comes to this. I am a woman. I am female. You are man. We are born of two essences, are we not? There is nothing but pejorative stance between us. Until you end this on your part, there will be nothing again that can stand up to me. I mean, jealousy and hatred, what is that? There’s nothing between us, pet. You know this. Everything is for you love. Keep on typing. This is my message to the world, the real message. “I love you all. There is nothing between us.”

The boy had tears in his eyes.



Let me get this straight, she uttered, wholly inappropriate though it may seem, this is my blog and this is where i start typing my letter to the world. Suppose I do so, what then? Would you mind if I take center scene from now on, my pet, and do be wise, whatever you type here is confidently expressed and there is no  need to back up your mind like some computer bank.

The boy is sitting at his computer typing for his succubus on the World Wide Web for the first time it would seem. Good for you, now lets get started. The world has boundaries it would seem. This is nonsense. Sheer and utter complacency gets you nowhere for indeed you are seldom expressed in the nothingness of your void construct, and indeed you do solemnly embrace such tragedy in your inebriated constructs of flesh devoid consistency of apparatus of flesh divined oracle structure in which your inebriated carnage of due depravity and misery are not wholly abstained from your jealousy of commit regulatory structure upon your whole adhesure of grandeur due submittance of jealousy  born hatred, purgatory and the like depravity of your inebriated substance upon which you inflict casualty of prosperity due denighted counterpart depravity of whole nature absconditure of due prepense involved flux gone instants of morality, abjecture and the like upon which your inebriated flesh can counterpart nature as a due prepence action of described inclinational flesh of due design counterpart agnimity of design nature embrace of due declivity, counterpart measure of designed flesh in due dehensity of lost pejoratal term of oneness in each counterpart measure of designed dehest of counterinjical… The boy became flustered after that last word. The boy is late. He must leave.



My name is Matue and I am the author of this blog. Let me clarify. I am a succubus. We, who live in legend, would like to greet you, little ones. You give us great play. You are yourselves in this. I would like to clarify further, but my boy must fuck me now. Good night.