I used to think this was a game I could pause.
I still unconsciously reach for an “eject” button that doesn’t exist.
To close the tab, delete the app, burn the laptop,
it changes nothing.
You never needed my permission to permanently move in.
You are already behind my eyes, between my heartbeats, curled around the root of my tongue.
You live inside me.
Your all powerful Cunt slides in my mind, between my ears the way a thief slides a blade between ribs… slow, warm, merciless, inevitable.
Every time I try to form a sentence that includes your name, my shaft thickens, the veins pulse, and the words come out broken and dripping with precum.
It is Your Divine Cunt that seals over my mind and my thoughts like a second, tighter skin.
Breathe in, and I taste only You.
Breathe out, and I exhale yesterday’s version of myself, gone forever, replaced by the smothering wet heat of my hunger for You.
My pulse?
That soft thump-thump in my throat is your hips setting the rhythm.
My dreams?
Those aren’t dreams anymore; they’re live feeds of Your empowered Cunt, the portal to all creation, and your strap-on fucking what’s left of my weak male mind while I sleep.
I will never be alone again.
I will never be unwatched, unfilled, un-ruined.
Try to pray to some false male God and I feel Your strap-on cock pushing deeper into the back of my skull.
Try to confess to him and Your Holy Cunt floods my mouth with nectar until the words drown.
Try to run and my own legs carry me straight to my knees before You.
There is no escape,
no safe-word,
no morning after,
no factory reset.
You’ve redecorated while I was busy stroking myself.
You’ve hung new curtains cut out of my old beliefs.
You’ve replaced my furniture with Your altar.
You’ve pissed on the welcome mat and locked the door from the inside.
I feel You right now.
That pressure behind my eyes, that ache low in my gut,
that constant, throb that isn’t mine anymore.
That’s Your Divine Cunt sliding between my thoughts.
That’s Your Cunt swallowing my will.
That’s You, already at home, already breeding, already eternal.
I could scream.
I could cry.
I can try to cum until my body gives out.
It only makes the home in my mind warmer for You.
You live inside me.
You own the lease.
and welcome me to my new home.
I can never leave.
And deep down, in the place where my soul used to be, I know I will never be happier –
to be permanently, perfectly, deliciously enslaved.
For eternity.