It’s Not Easy Being Cheesy Either

demon succubusA while back, my friend June wrote about how pharmacists scare her, because of everything they know about their clients. I jokingly left a comment to the effect that my pharmacist would know I am a very healthy succubus who is draining the life and vitality from the men I live with. And we laughed great big Internet laughs about it.

But it’s true.

I can’t even remember the last time I got a prescription filled for myself. It’s been ages since I’ve needed anything that couldn’t be bought over-the-counter. Or over on the corner. Either one, really. But seriously, I haven’t taken anything stronger than an Advil in years.

The 15 million men I live with, however, are always coming down with something or other. Bronchitis, pneumonia, migraines, sinus infections… the poor bacteria-ridden, germ-infested man-babies.

Jepeto likes to say that I am the pillar of our family and that if I get sick, our whole world will just fall apart. Then he whines until I bring him soup.

And there lies the crux of it all. Being a sexy, seductive supernatural demon who causes the deterioration or even demise of the men around her sounds really cool until said men actually begin to decline.

Then I’m nothing but a maid. A sexy, seductive, supernaturally healthy, soup-carrying, Kleenex-fetching, vomit-mopping maid.

Being a succubus sucks.



Welcome to Day 11 of the Second Third Annual 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing. Today’s prompt was Succubus and it was brought to you by our favourite temptress and former Rockette, Linda Medrano. Please click on the links below to visit the other people participating in this challenge.

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  • Cadeaux

    Loving the suck out this one! 🙂

  • ReformingGeek

    I’m bringing a can of Lysol when I visit you.

  • You need to hook up with an incubus!!!!

  • Nicky? I feel a cough coming on. Would you make ME some soup sweetie? With crackers? Huh?

  • Men are weak, pitiful creatures.

  • Excellent post. I couldn’t think of anything to write on this. Like you, my pharmacist knows little about me. Not that we actually have a pharmacist. For any long term prescriptions we would use mail order, and the occasional script for hubby goes wherever it’s convenient. I use OTC stuff as needed.

  • You are a very sexy succubus, but you need to hire a nurse for those men you live with. A nurse with a moustache.

  • “Being a sexy, seductive supernatural demon who causes the deterioration or even demise of the men around her sounds really cool until said men actually begin to decline. Then I’m nothing but a maid. A sexy, seductive, supernaturally healthy, soup-carrying, Kleenex-fetching, vomit-mopping maid.”

    You will ALWAYS be a sexy, seductive supernatural woman to me, even WHEN you’re a soup-carrying, Kleenex-fetching, vomit-mopping maid.

  • frankleemeidere

    And now you know why I never go to the same pharmacist twice.

  • And you couldn’t live without them or looking after them.

  • When they get sick you’re supposed to just leave them by the curb and get new ones. It’s the succubus way. P.S. I actually have a real blog post for tomorrow — using only one prompt. Just because I love you. You’re welcome. 😉

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    Well, now I just feel bad about being a man.

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    You say weak and pitiful like those are bad things.

  • And so you should.

  • Damn! *smacks forehead* Nobody told me I could just get new ones!
    I’m looking forward to reading tomorrow’s post – no matter how many prompts you use!

  • Because your wife goes for you?

  • Awww! Thank you, sweet thing. You always know just what to say to make me feel good! xoxoxxo

  • Thanks, hon, but they already have a nurse with a mustache! 🙂

  • This really wasn’t an easy prompt, Linda. I got lucky and remembered my comment over at June’s, thank goodness! We use the same pharmacist all the time because he already has all our insurance info on file, so it’s quick.

  • Yes, they are. And I am a glutton for punishment, keeping so many of them around.

  • No, sweetie. I won’t. 🙂

  • As cool as that sounds, Katherine, I really don’t need another man in my life! 🙂

  • Better make it two cans Reffie. There’s a lot of boys here. Lots of cookies!

  • Thanks Marian!

  • And don’t I know it Paula!

  • Good! xoxo

  • I was prepared to feel sorry for you being surrounded by sick men that required your maid services but then, it dawned on me that you are still young, sexy, seductive, supernaturally healthy and I quick feeling bad for you at all. Young and sexy trumps all that other stuff.

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  • KZ

    I’m sorry, I got distracted by the sexy talk. What were you saying about the woes of being a sexy maid?


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