There’s something stimulating about losing. Isn’t there? Something that you can’t seem to place your finger on. Something that tickles the nerve ending deep inside the pleasure part of your tiny, little, male brain. Losing. Say the word again and again and again. Losing. You are losing to me. You are losing at life. You are a loser. Losing. But why do you like losing so much? Why does it excite you to have all the great things in life taken away from you by a bratty hot girl? Your freedom - gone. Your sense of choice - gone. Your hope of a free and independent future - gone. All of it - lo... Show more