Another one bites the dust. Another account deleted as soon as your erection withers away and the shame comes rushing in. Another skeleton in the closet of your browser history. It’s a cycle that’s doomed to repeat. Your urge to submit and stroke is just as strong as your urge to run away afterwards. You can’t delete me from your head anymore than you can delete your libido or submissive tendencies, after all. Why are you running away from who you are and what you need? You need this. You need me.
