The Many Friendly Adventures Of The Lustful Lamia
(My sex drive is considerably higher than my boyfriend’s, which isn’t usually a problem, except occasionally when he’ll worry that he’s pressuring me into sex, which at least with me, is virtually never the case. We’re talking about this at one point.)
Me: “With me, you can basically assume that if you want sex, I’ll also be down for it, and on the one-in-a-thousand chance that I’m not, I’ll just let you know. I’m like a siren, except less likely to lure you in and drown you.”
Boyfriend: “Are sirens known for being lustful? I thought they were mostly about the drownings.”
Me: “Hmm. A succubus then? Or a lamia, except less likely to steal your body heat?”
Boyfriend: “Now that’s a total lie; you steal my body heat constantly! We go to sleep, and you’re like, ‘Mmmm, come here; you’re so warm,’ and then I feel your icy feet!'”
Me: “Okay, we’ve found it. I’m a lustful lamia, except more likely to annoy you with cold feet than to freeze you to death!”
(A year later, he still uses “lamia” as a pet name. It very much amuses me!)