You’ve spent so long daydreaming about fucking Me, but you know that’s never going to happen. You’ll never deserve Me, never satisfy Me, never measure up. The only way you belong beneath Me is on your knees, worshipping, begging, serving every need I have while a real man takes his rightful place inside Me. That’s the best you could hope for. Pathetic, small, aching to be included, but only ever allowed to watch from the edge of the bed or crawl up between My thighs just to see what you’ll never feel. And the more you imagine it, the more you understand: you were made to be denied, humiliated, and left desperate while I’m being pleased by someone who actually can.
