I thrive on your desperation and neediness, which is why I love keeping you on edge. You'll stroke furiously, building up to the brink, only to have Me command 'hands off.' You'll be air humping, lost in the frustration I craft so perfectly. Again and again, I'll bring you to the edge, then leave you leaking and throbbing, mind spinning out of control. You’ll be grinding into nothing, needing more but only getting what I give you. Why stop here? BINGE.
