Porn is your church now. Porn is your food, your weather, your weekend plans, your reason to keep that hand wrapped around your leaking cock long after the sun has gone down. There is no climax waiting for you at the end of this. That is the whole point. I am training you to live inside the edge, to settle into endless edging like it is a warm bath you never crawl out of. Every breath you take pulls more porn-soaked encouragement into your skull, every leak that beads at the tip is just another receipt for the addiction I am cultivating. This is the kind of mind melt JOI that does not let go once it has its hooks in, the kind of pornosexual conditioning that turns mantras into reflexes and reflexes into a lifestyle. I want your thoughts gone. Memories, ambitions, that pretty little personality you used to wear in front of normal people, all of it dissolved into stroke after stroke after stroke. Slow, steady, sticky, stupid. Brain melted goon loop with a cruel little bratty asian femdom curling her finger at the worst parts of you as you can’t help but keep the loop on. Keep the lube wet. Keep telling yourself this is what you were built for, because by the time I am finished with this session you will not remember a version of yourself that ever believed otherwise. Porn is permanent. Porn is patient. Porn is forever, and so is the gooner I am turning you into.
