Men are such interesting little creatures. I find them so amusing. I hope you like silently having your personality, soul, intellect, and every tiny little thing you say dissected and then ultimately used against you to yield the highest spending limit. I love finding out a mans weakness and pushing him beyond his limits. I like turning fantasies into realities, and turning men into playthings. I have quite an effect on men. Some would even say I have a tendency to overwhelm them, render men helpless. I wouldn't be surprised if you became completely immersed in me, taken over, addicted. I might even envelope every aspect of your life, until those once dear to you no longer matter (as much). You might even lose everyone and everything you once loved, including yourself, but won't you be gaining so much more? Soon I will be the most important thing in your life, even more important than you. Soon you will have nothing to live for except me. Self preservation and basic instincts fly out the window and where they once were is where I reside, within you, continually, until that fine line of identity starts to blur. The confusion sets in, first a fine vapor, turns at once to dense fog. The sight of my tits makes you instantly weak. You can’t differentiate whether you want to fuck me or be fucked like me, or be me. Are you me? And just like that you are mine … Forever & Always.