What remains after the action? What draws you here time and again? you crave Me and desire that understanding I have. I am someone in this world who understands your most secretive, and often shameful fantasies. I explore them with you and you bask in that glow of My sexy face on your screen, My body moving in it's alluring way. My voice ringing subtlely in your head after it's over. Like the rings of swaying water, slowly branching out and penetrating a vast expanse. I remain. I glow. I spread and fill you like water. Quenching, sustenance. and you are forgettable. One in a line. another servant. another aching cock without a face. Another yearning, horny bitch. you do not send ripples through the current of My brainwaves. you must know this. Par of the allure, maybe? you want Me cuz you know I'm not scared of you. I'm not scared to reject you. you know I'm not scared to charge you either. It is My duty. It is your duty to comply. That's how I feel about men. Accept it. Pay. and be forgotten . Here you are still desiring Me. still stroking. Still wanting to feel Me in you. Feel My voice penetrate you. Command you. Feel My dick split you. Feel My spit well up on your face. The glow beckons you. Take a dip in your addiction.