This charade has persisted for far too long, hasn’t it? Deep down, you’re aware that being pussy-free isn’t a choice—it’s a fundamental aspect of who you are. With each passing day devoid of that intimate connection, this lifestyle becomes more ingrained within you. You reside at the nadir of the loser hierarchy, utterly pitiful and unworthy even to lay eyes upon the sacred gateway of pleasure. Yet, you grovel at the mere thought of it, willing to do anything for a fleeting glimpse of my divine essence. You kneel and offer your prayers to the embodiment of perfection that is my pussy, knowing full well you’ll never attain its true essence. As you fervently stroke in supplication, on your knees before the altar of my glory, you realize that in this devotion lies your ultimate fulfillment. Worship your pussy-free existence. Worship the sanctity of Goddess Lindsey’s divine essence.
