Remembering the first time you felt aroused… that first memory is held by some a moving forward to the next chapter to grow… some of us remember it as a curse—the last time anything else would matter before the erosion of your mind for the stimulation between your legs.

It wasn’t always like that though. Your kinks and obedience weren’t always a factor. You remember high school, don’t you? Back then it was about romance and trial and error. Sexual energy was new and tense. Discovery was around every corner: what you didn’t and didn’t like, what your preferences were in looks and personality… all of these things were factors…

… But time progressed as it always does, and now here you sit at present day—addicted. Your preference in looks—porn. Your preference in personality—unrefined, feral energy.

Do you feel it? You do, don’t you? The coils of edging and cumming are wrapped around your brain like a snake constricting its prey. Others reading this may have a chance… it’s just a playful fantasy after all. But not you. No. That time has long since past. Triggers aren’t a cute phrase for you. They’re real. You have them. You’re programmed. They’re basically tangible. Mentioning triggers made you feel triggered, didn’t it? That’s why you’re too far gone. Others reading this may have a chance, but not you.

Scroll more. Edge more. Embrace the pervert you are. Sexualize it all: Friends, family, co-workers, strangers. Ruin yourself further. Push what little boundaries you have left and broaden your triggers. Share them with others. Spread this virus even if you wouldn’t wish for others to experience it. Thankfully, it isn’t your decision to make. The virus of addiction will do it for you, like it has for me… like it has for all the others.

Do nothing today. Don’t even THINK about making something of yourself. That’s for others to achieve. We’re meant for a different purpose, but you already knew that.

Get worse.