Stroke by stroke you’ve devolved into a sloppy gooning mess. Once upon a time you didn’t blur the lines. you came home from work, let go of all that sexual frustration in a few short pumps and went about your day. Now, this has consumed you. you live for this, you exist for this. Nothing fulfills you like gooning does.
That’s what I call the Gooner Effect. Taking a “non-addicted beta” and making him My helpless little drone. Clip after clip you’ve become Mine. A mindless mess desperate for just a drop of My attention. Aching for just a glimpse of My body. Day dreaming over running home and letting loose inside your goon cave.
