Short cut-off jean shorts, a cute red Betsey Johnson bra, thigh-high brown leather high-heel boots, and a bratty disdain for virgin loser like you. Start doing what you do best: jerk off. Think about the superior Women that turn you on by talking smack to you. your only love partner has ever been Mr. Hand. I'll bet the back of your hand knows your face better than your mother does. I want you to repeat after Me as you stroke, so that these words will write themselves on the walls of your little brain. you are wired to be a virgin, and I am reinforcing those synapses. It defines your personality now, doesn't it? It is something that you are. Touch and stroke that un-fucked, un-sucked dick. Do you get afraid at the thought of putting your cock inside of a Woman? How that would even start? To imagine fucking would be to imagine dating a woman, and before that talking to a Woman, and before that approaching a Woman. It becomes overwhelming, and you can never even get to Step 1. The fear is too strong. So you crawl back to Me and My directions over your hand. Here you are, trying to hide from the world that you are deeply and essentially a virgin, and you still call yourself a man. *hee hee* It's broken your heart from the inside. Tell Me what you're always going to be...because if you don't lose it, you do lose it. Every moment you remain a virgin makes it exponentially more difficult to overcome. The only thing that's fucked is your mind, virgin. I don't give a fuck what you look like or what you fuck like. As long as you keep a job, jerk off, and pay Me, virgin. I am your sex. I am your only Female erotic connection. What are you? And what are you always going to be?