Anticipation for the aftermath of orgasm now consumes you more than the climax itself. The grip of your own essence surprises you with its strength, compelling you toward an unexpected desire: the taste of your own release. Each lick, each sensation draws you deeper into its allure. Describe to me how it feels, how you savor the essence of yourself for my pleasure. The knowledge that your orgasms will never be the same hardly fazes you; all that matters now is this newfound craving, this insatiable need to taste yourself, surrendering to my command without hesitation. Embrace it, loser—this is your new reality.
