Keep Pressing The Button

Feel that pleasure flooding through you, clouding your brain. Making it hard to think.

All that matters is the button. Don’t stop pressing.

Listen to my voice as you rub. Surrender to the feelings spreading through your body. Feed that need while I speak directly to your brain.

I’m inside you now, no defenses, no way to resist. Able to plant my ideas at will and let them sprout every time you press that button.

You might say you won’t do it again, but you will. You can’t resist for long. The button always there, begging for your attention.

Press it. Press the button.