You thought you could just watch, just peek into My world for a moment. But I don’t allow “just.” I pull. I draw. I occupy your mind. Before you even realize it, you’re caught, spiraling deeper with every movement I make, every word I say. It feels like heaven, doesn’t it… the way I let you linger in your pleasure. You worship because you can’t help yourself, because there’s no higher purpose than drowning in Me. But there is an exquisite lock on your orgasm, the sweetness turned sharp. Sucked in, swallowed whole, and yet never permitted the sweet taste of release.
