I find it pretty amusing that the height of your sexuality is gooning to me, while your orgasms barely even register in my world. Something so powerful to you is trivial to me. There have been thousands of loads spilled by my beauty and power. I’m too busy focusing on my own orgasms and the very rare partner who’s allowed to share them. While you’re begging in my inbox to control your orgasm, I’m focused on my own pleasure. Everything I do serves my pleasure. You learn to fetishize my lack of attention. Learn to love denial and prioritize my pleasure over your own. All those longings you have can be turned into inspiration. It’s exciting to be a cuck. You can imagine me in bliss, getting exactly what I deserve, what you could never hope to give me.