How horny are you now? It will only get worse, you know. That number twelve is barely a stopgap for the coming storm. More and more, your desire will overtake you. And I'm not just talking about that want-take-have desire, the desire to stroke, rub, pump, spray the contents of those swelling balls across the floor. I'm talking about desire for me. Desire for the tease. Desire to do my bidding, to humble and humiliate yourself at my feet. Desire for ever-further heights of arousal.
And somehow, against all apparent reason, a desire to be denied.