Batteries not working

Considering I happily claim the title succubus, it should be no surprise my sex drive can, at times, be through the roof. Normally, it doesn’t impact my life that much. Don’t get me wrong, when I get hungry enough, men (and women) should probably be concerned and very hydrated. I have had many lovers tap out before I was anywhere near done. Obviously, as any modern woman, I have plenty of rechargeable options to help me curb my needs.

Those poor things have had a workout recently. Single and out in the woods with nothing to do, they are on the charger more than they are used to. But as the year passes, the “effectiveness” of those options is wearing off. I miss touch. I miss feeling someone's warmth. I miss seeing the hunger and need in someone's eyes. Hell, I miss just having someone's eyes on me. I crave connection, not just release. I'm slowly starving for something I can't find a substitute for.