I'll Be Your Night Nurse This Evening
I told your nurse she could go home for the evening. There's nothing she can do for you. After all, the needs you have can't be met by her. I've replaced your supplements with your little blue boosters so you'll be ready and eager to play as soon as you lay eyes on me. I could see your cock twitch beneath your blanket. You may be barely here, but your dick and your mind have never forgotten Goddess Brandon, and they never, ever will. Some days are good, some days are bad, but all days are filled with obsessing over Goddess Brandon and every ounce of her perfection.
Your dependents and your wife are so sick of seeing my face on a constant loop, whether it be on the TV screen in your room, your phone, or your computer. You don't even try to hide your lust and obsession for Goddess Brandon. There is nothing you won't do for her, and you've been given the most grand opportunity to prove it. In your final days, weeks, months, years, I've seen you through them all, and now the time has come to show your true love and adoration, your commitment to the love of your life, the woman who has made you happier and hornier than any other. Close your eyes and let me be the last thing you see, as well as the first, as you mumble throughout the day and night in your stupor: fuck her, only Goddess B.
The Good Days & Better Nights with Goddess B!
You don't even try to hide it anymore — the late nights, or simply not coming home at all. The amount of times she's checked your Life360 and found you out somewhere in your car, likely indulging in hours of nefarious behavior for Goddess Brandon, knowing all the risks you're taking getting caught, not just by her but hell, even the cops. You don't care. There's no escaping this, you're so deep in the sunken place, it consumes your every waking moment, night and day. It's Goddess Brandon all the time, all the way. You can't even remember the days in which you thought you still had control, the days in which you could get your cock hard for anything you wanted. And now there's nothing left, nothing left but Goddess B. She's the only thing that arouses you, she's the only thing that breaks you down, she's the only thing that builds you up, she's the only thing that emasculates you and reminds you that you are inferior to her in every way, and her misandry is made relevant and obvious every day by pathetic losers like you, self-sacrificing everything you have just to blow your load to something you enjoy looking at but could never, ever access.