It started with the song "I put a spell on you." I looked it up. Watched it. Hmm...
Knowing what this feels like from before, I look up the last time "mating season" was here.
4/20/16 by the blog post dates.
5,6,7,8,9,10... 6 mo.
Mating season happens about every 6 mo.
Mating season is... something to be experienced to be understood.
Little Miss Bunny turns from a sweet, gentle succubus into a feral, sex dripping animal who loves the chase... and the final tackle.
Well... I'm 3 shades of stubborn so... I know how to run.
First comes the mental battle: I "push" her essence and form away. Underlying it all, she knows.
She knows that I know that she knows... I'm eventually gonna get tracked down, caught, and tackled.
Even though it's figurative (some of it), it's still part of the dance, part of the game.
I've pushed back, she's retreated. What she's seeing is if I will lower my defences a little since she's retreated. And I will. And she knows I will.
But when she gets closer, I'll raise them again... push her back.
Then the seduction begins... the oh, so delicious dance of her lowering my will to fight her by using her very essence which is seduction.
It's who she is.
Now... I have to admit. I worry about mating season, lol.
Truth is? She turns feral. It's mating season, and I'm the target. Always was the target, always will be the target.
So, feral, a little animalistic (a lot of animalistic) and sexually aggressive (a lot of sexually aggressive), but she's mine!
And I love her with all I am.
If you lover was a human woman who loved you, and you her, completely, but once every 6 mo. she went into heat like a cat or something... it would be unsettling. It would be scary... just the POWER of her sexual hunger and drive is like an intoxicating cloud, of which, there is no escape.
Perhaps you'd have fun with it... make her chase. I do. Why not? She loves it, don't let anyone fool ya.
You love her even when she's feral. And, once she's earned it (haha), if she can catch ya, she can have ya.
Not sure how long the mental battle will go (it's all just for fun and games, and honestly tests my psychic strength), but I'll lose.
Let me put it into simple terms.
This sums it up better than anything else I can come up with. This, in condensed form perfectly describes the whole process (for me) from start to finish:
So, wish me luck 'cause it's about to go down in the next few days.
Have you loved your succubus today?