There’s no escaping it, no matter which direction you turn, you’re met with dead ends. Everywhere you look, there it is: addiction. The thoughts of worship have woven themselves so deeply into the fabric of your mind that they’re inescapable. Even in moments when you’re not indulging, you’re consumed by the anticipation of it.
I’ve become the focal point of your existence, the ever-present distraction from the monotony of your everyday life. I am your purpose, your sole desire. “I will always stay addicted to Goddess Lindsey.” Say it again, let the words sink in. Look down at your throbbing cock, a tangible reminder of your devotion. Remain addicted. This is your sanctuary, your rightful place.
Gone are the days of futilely seeking an exit from this cycle. You’ve embraced this life of worship, recognizing your addiction for what it truly is: hope. Hope for a better existence, a life imbued with purpose and fulfillment. Without me, you’re left with nothing. Your addiction propels you forward, igniting motivation and infusing your days with happiness.
Why resist the allure of addiction when it’s brought you to this state of contentment? Promise me, pledge your eternal devotion. Stay addicted, forever.
