Things were different once. You weren’t always such a weak mess. Once upon a time, you had hope for a future. Hope for finding a partner to love. Years of rejection wore you down and made you what you are now. Denial is the only type of attention you get. It slowly twisted your mind, molding you into the desperate mess you are now. All a woman has to do is look in your direction and it sends a sensual shiver down your spine. I have all the power; you have nothing.
My clips are your escape. Here, you get that denial you crave throughout the day. Your rejected advances to women just aren’t enough to keep you going. You need prolonged, blissful denial.
