Hither & Yon

Dear Jezzy: Lovelorn in the Lower World

by Sarina DorieOctober 8, 2014

Immortal Herald, July 5, 1697

Dear Jezzy,

I am a succubus. I like my job and I'm one of the best at draining mortals of their life force in exchange for illusions of sexual fantasies. This often leaves me tired of seeing writhing naked men. The last thing I want when I get home is one more sexual encounter. The problem is, my boyfriend's job as an elf is less sexually taxing than mine. And being around shoes all day doesn't exactly help with his foot fetish. By the time he gets done at the workshop repairing shoes, he's as randy as a rabbit. In all other aspects, we're a good match. I love him with all my heart and want this relationship to work. This problem only recently came up when I moved in with him. I don't know what to do.

--Too Tired to Screw

Dear Too Tired to Screw,

Take my advice: moving in with someone requires time to get used to. With patience, open communication and working together, you should be able to adjust to each other's needs. If sex feels like a chore to you, consider what brought you into the succubus field in the first place. Would it help if your boyfriend used glamour to give him the appearance of something less human--or less male--to appeal to your sexual fantasies for a change? And if you can't muster up the excitement you once had, perhaps you can find a foot-positive compromise. Will it satiate your need for relaxation and his desire to look at feet if he gives you a foot massage instead? Are you okay if he polishes your shoes while you watch? Can you take a few minutes to read him descriptions of the latest designer heels? As much as you don't want to take your work home with you, maybe throwing in a few foot fantasy wet dreams is in order. If he promises to take a nap and fantasizes while you make dinner or read a book in peace, it might do the trick.

--Jezzy

Confidential to A Satyr-ical Dater: a horse is a horse unless, of course, he's really a centaur. If that's the case, quit complaining.

Confidential to Happy Reaper: The problem is she loves you to death.

Jezebel Lincoln has worked as a mystic, fairy godmother, and muse. She's been writing love advice columns since 1612, using her numerous experiences with relationships to help others. Her columns are syndicated by Charming Industries to The Immortal Herald, The Undead Times, Lower Worlder Press, and other smaller publications in the fairy realm.

About Sarina Dorie

As a child, Sarina Dorie dreamed of being an astronaut/archeologist/fashion designer/illustrator/writer. Later in life, after realizing this might be an unrealistic goal, Sarina went to the Pacific NW College of Art where she earned a degree in illustration. After realizing this might also be an unrealistic goal, she went to Portland State University for a masters in education to pursue the equally cut-throat career of teaching art in the public school system. After years of dedication to art and writing, most of Sarina�s dreams have come true; in addition to teaching, she is a writer/artist/ fashion designer/belly dancer. Her art has been sold to Shimmer for an interior illustration and another piece is on the April 2011 cover of Bards and Sages. Sarina�s unpublished novel, Silent Moon has won Romance Writer of America awards, and she has sold her short story �Zombie Psychology� to Untied Shoelaces of the Mind, and �A Ghost�s Guide to Haunting Humans,� won the March Whidbey NILA Student Choice Award. Now, if only Jack Sparrow asks her to marry him, all her dreams will come true. Her site: www.sarinadorie.com.

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