Love addiction. Beautiful Women. Humiliation. Body Worship. Goddess Adoration. Tit Addiction. A gracious combination isn’t it? This obsession with Women, it can’t be helped. We are… infinite. Always stealing eyes without trying. This addiction of yours, longing, it will only snap under the weight of a denied truth. Can you face yourself? Or do I have to make you? Submission is what you ache for. Empty yourself out and allow yourself the ease of relaxing into it. Gooning out on My body, My lips. We both know you can’t deny that you’re failing to keep it together. I know you can’t help but stare. Fall. Deeper. And. Worship.
