Your entire being yearns for it, the anticipation building with each passing moment. The mere thought of your essence coating your lips ignites a primal desire within you, a craving that cannot be denied. Your mouth waters uncontrollably, aching for that familiar sensation of your own essence.
It’s a sensation deeply ingrained in your psyche, a trigger that has rewired your very essence. You find yourself consumed by the need to consume, your body and mind united in their insatiable hunger. But now, it’s not just my command you follow—it’s your own primal urge driving you forward.
Once a devotee to this act, always a devotee. It has become your sole purpose, your raison d’être. The climax itself pales in comparison to the euphoria that follows, as you surrender to the intoxicating pleasure of indulging in your own essence once more.
