Bound by an unexplainable impulse, you move through your day to day like a zombie, every thought, every urge, consumed by an overwhelming addiction to me. Each breath, and each stroke feels purposeless without me. Like a puppet on invisible strings, you are driven by an animalistic need to indulge on all things Harley. An all consuming hunger for your goddess, the one who has become your everything. You’re driven by the need to worship and cum for me.