Do it. As dirtier as possible.
In the morning. In the afternoon. At night. In your lunch break.
Get addicted cause of it. Stop sleeping.
Exploit your own body. Treat it with hate. And if you're vanilla /have a normal life, run to your girlfriend and have as much sex as possible. Do it until you get insane cause of it. And tired.
And Never.. EVER think of me. Cause if you do, you're fucked.
I want you to win this. I want you to get over me. I want you to try. I want you to run.
Why? Because I know you will hate me. And that you won't be able to stop thinking of me.
That I'm forever there. Haunting your mind. Pissing you off. That you wish I was there or Me,every single time.
That you will never ever hear me moan. Or even worse that I will never look at you in the eye.
I would never put you in chastity. I would throw the device and let you free. And then throw away the key.
I know you want to touch yourself even as I'm looking at you now.
Yet I would never allow you to do it in front of me. Never.
You'll have to run away. As further as possible. To do it in shame, in your home, in a public toilet, barely holding yourself in public,
But I won't look at you,never. Because you're disgusting and you know it
Desire has turned you into an animal. A dirty animal with no control or brain and yet you can't help doing it. Stronger, with more hate and more often. It just won't go away.
And you just know I'm laughing. That I just know that you're doing it cause of me. That it got worse because I exist, breathe, because I wouldn't touch you not even with a finger.
I'm the worst woman that ever existed. That knows exactly how dirty and ashamed you are deep down and finds it amusing. So..my question in the end is... despite knowing the answer.. Does it hurt more if you never touch it...or if you really really do?