it starts by showing what an eager emptyheaded cockdrunk bimbo i am—making myself into a little porndoll for her, paying such good attention to what thirst traps on ig make her breath catch or which movie hotties she flushes at the sight of and making myself up just like them whenever i see her. i make myself extra fucking delectable so she knows she can pull someone as dreamy and sexy as me so easily.

i spend as much time as she’ll let me worshipping her body—licking between her toes, pressing my lips to her soles, working my way up her legs to the soft sweet back of her knees.. on and on until she can’t take.

and when i take her sweet perfect cock in my mouth, i make constant, dedicated eye contact while she’s fucking me (except when my eyes are rolling back from having my cervix rammed into my intestines), whimpering desperately and thanking her effusively asserting it, no matter how garbled. when i lick her open, i grip her hips and press her down onto me so i’m smothered in lush ass and the perfect scent and flavor of her skin. i make it clear that it’s not just that i need this—what she gives is so fucking good it wouldn’t matter if i needed it.

i start telling her how she’s just so beautiful—beauty so refined, so well beyond any of the cis girls we know—and so kind, and so capable, and i start pointing out where friends of hers seem to think the same. they always text back right away, so many emojis and !!!s, dropping everything to respond to her immediately. i point out every set of hungry eyes on the street, every cuntgirl like me who can’t look away, who gets a dumb dreamy expression at the sight of her—at the thought of serving her.

eventually, i have her so used to such pleasure and dedication that she begins to expect it. she doesn’t reach for door handles anymore—she knows that’s beneath her. she doesn’t ask if i want to fuck—she snaps so i drop to my knees before her, looking on dreamily as she lifts her skirts for me to get to work. she begins to meet the eyes of other girls on the street, and she finds that raising an eyebrow in just the right way will have them scrambling to give her their numbers.

Businesses absolutely compete for your psychology the same way they compete for your wallet. They don't just do this with ads, but also with search results.

To capture your psychology, they must first capture your attention.

They capture your attention by driving you to their website.

They drive you to their website by writing articles that show up first in search results.

Their articles show up first in search results because they have good SEO.

The articles have good SEO because the business paid marketing firms to optimize them.

The marketing firms optimized them by targeting specific search terms, and perhaps even things like specific browsers, devices, locations, age brackets, political alignments, and genders, for the purpose of reaching a specific demographic.

And that's how we get this: