You have a woman in your life and you know you're supposed to do something for her or with her on Valentine's Day. But... you're not actually excited about it, are you?

Why would you be? She doesn't satisfy you. You're horny, you're seeking Me out, you're craving the way that I make you feel small and pathetic and helpless, like you're My plaything to toy with. She can't do that for you. She can't compare to Me.

So what you should really do is aim to make MY Valentine's Day perfect, and the only way to do that is to ruin hers. Seems like a good idea, and hotter with every ...

You have a woman in your life and you know you're supposed to do something for her or with her on Valentine's Day. But... you're not actually excited about it, are you?

Why would you be? She doesn't satisfy you. You're horny, you're seeking Me out, you're craving the way that I make you feel small and pathetic and helpless, like you're My plaything to toy with. She can't do that for you. She can't compare to Me.

So what you should really do is aim to make MY Valentine's Day perfect, and the only way to do that is to ruin hers. Seems like a good idea, and hotter with every pump of your hand on your dick.

Whatever date you had planned? Scrap it and send the money you were going to use for it to Me so you can't change your mind. The intimate evening you were going to have? Avoid her, leave her on her own, and spend the night pumping for Me.

This is how you REALLY want to spend Valentine's Day: prioritizing Me over her, because I deserve the attention so much more.