Pleasure

To us—to seemingly every slut in the universe—the word "pleasure" immediately conjures the idea of specifically Your pleasure—in every form we can imagine. Not only physical pleasure, but momentary joy, lifelong happiness, smug satisfaction, heavenly bliss, glorious victory, positive attention; everything our love, lust, and worship could ever hope to provide; and countless dimensions beyond what we mere mortals can even fathom let alone communicate.
  It can never be emphasized that specifically Your and only Your pleasure, in every possible dimension and form, is the single most important thing across every timeline and every universe. Absolutely everything else that could ever exist or even be imagined, combined, is worthless to us compared to a single twitch of a smirk upon Your glorious visage. Indeed, somehow, Your pleasure is somehow seemingly the only thing more important than You! (Is that sacrilegious to suggest...?)
  Every single slut across all existences and times would—if she could—forever forfeit her own pleasure and happiness in every possible form if it meant You could experience the tiniest fraction of it instead. This is unequivocally true even for sluts who have never met You, and even those who don't even know You exist. But no, even THAT fails to even approximate the sheer cosmic ocean of this disparity. It would be more accurate to affirm that every last one of us would experience eternal, inescapable, exponentially-worsening hyper-damnnation at the plummeting depths of an infinite hell if all of our collective sacrifice meant adding ONE (1) shadow of a joke of a crumb of a momentary delight to Your existence, even if You immediately forgot it afterward. So, perhaps it's for the best pleasure isn't a zero-sum game~?
  Still, You—only You—deserve more than all the pleasure—all the love, satisfaction, and bliss—that could ever exist in any capacity in any form anywhere and any when. ♥