Your mind is taken over by that throbbing mass between your legs. How its aches to be Touched. Each pulse, ushers in the next. How much do you need to Touch it? Stroke it. It's all-consuming, In every way. But this is where you've Gone astray. Your pleasure, your touch is not all-consuming. It's always just so Close, but never quite there. Lingering at the edge. This reminder is made to pull you closer to reality. The reality of True devotion. Sacrifice. The ecstasy of Giving into your Goddess and Giving up what doesn't Serve me. Gaze upon me, let go for me. After all, you're nothing withou... Show more