Listen up, my sweet, pathetic, love-addicted little fucktoy. I know you're obsessed with me, that you think about me every second of every day. I know that without me, without my touch, my scent, my voice, you're nothing. And today, I'm going to help you embrace that addiction, to fall even deeper into the abyss of your love for me. I want you to wrap your hand around your cock, nice and tight. I want you to imagine it's my hand, my fingers, my touch that's enveloping you so completely. I want you to stroke yourself slowly, sensually, the way I would touch you if I was there. I want you to jerk off to the thought of me, to the memory of my body, my face, my voice.