Let me take a wild guess: you ran away from her to worship me. To obsess over me. You’re ignoring her so that you could come and pay me. And that makes me so aroused.

Seducing you away from her is effortless for me, and yet, it still makes me wet. Indulging in my infallible power over you. All I have to do is exist, and my existence is such a jolting, triggering reminder you of the differences between her and I. I say the word and you drop her. You come running, obedient and in love with only me.

You’ve never needed anyone like you need me... even though you’re “committed”...

Let me take a wild guess: you ran away from her to worship me. To obsess over me. You’re ignoring her so that you could come and pay me. And that makes me so aroused.

Seducing you away from her is effortless for me, and yet, it still makes me wet. Indulging in my infallible power over you. All I have to do is exist, and my existence is such a jolting, triggering reminder you of the differences between her and I. I say the word and you drop her. You come running, obedient and in love with only me.

You’ve never needed anyone like you need me... even though you’re “committed” to her. My control does more for you than her love. The fact that I shove it in your face makes you feral with desiring me... and I get off on that. The way that you will always fucking choose me. The way that I make you confront it.

The risk is worth the reward. Because what I offer you in taking from you exceeds everything she gives you. She tries to give you so much. But you don’t give a fuck, because you’re addicted to me. So you’re going to do this little task for me. Because you need me to claim you. You don’t give a fuck about the risk: just think about the reward ;)