Morning delight.

Waking, naturally the first thing you do is seize your phone and check out your social media, the steady stream of likes and follows giving your first hit of dopamine, the topics you're told are trending subtly nudging your headspace for the day.

Of course, the reply from Eden Tanaka gives you far more than a nudge. Your eyes widen as you read the worlds, you pulse quickening. Of course, when they see the pic, they practically burst out on stalks.

Here Eden is, one of the sexiest women around, one of the leading lights of the adult entertainment industry, replying to your thirsty post, and giving you such a tantalising tease in return.

Almost as a matter of instinct, your hand creeps under the covers.

Before you've eaten breakfast, before you've had a piss or taken a shower, you're jerking off. Your phone screen an inch from your face, as if you're trying to inhale Eden's gorgeous asian ass, your other hand does it's job. At this point, it's spent more time being used for this than typing this week. Hell, maybe all semester.

Just looking at the pornstars shapely ass isn't enough, sordid scenes run through your mind, of pinning Eden down, of fucking her harder than any of her co-stars ever had, of making that beautiful asian slut moan your name-

It's too much for you. Mind full of aggresive, degrading fantasies, eyes full of Eden's ass, you spray your cum all over your bedsheets.

When your little torrent abates, you kick your soilet sheets aside and pant contentedly. Part of you considers tweeting Eden again, letting her know just how much your appreciated her pic. But, that'd be creepy, right?

Little did you know, you were playing right into _their _hands. What you posted next would just be one of many signifiers of how quickly the conversion therapy you were on was progressing. Of how far along the reformatting of your consciousness was.