I’m not referring to just any anonymous “good boy.” It’s not enough to merely hear it in a clip. Don’t you crave a genuine acknowledgment? To be singled out, called by name, as I gaze into your eyes and softly whisper, “good boy.”
That’s the true validation you yearn for, isn’t it? But it won’t come easily. You must distinguish yourself from the multitude of gooners clamoring for attention. Your mind craves more than just a prerecorded utterance; it longs for a personal connection, to know that I see YOU as a good boy.
You desire to occupy even the smallest corner of my thoughts. The mere notion of me knowing your name, uttering it alongside those cherished words, is enough to set your senses ablaze. Yet, despite the overwhelming urge to release, you exercise restraint, eagerly awaiting the moment I grant permission for you to cum.
No matter how agonizing the denial, you endure, clinging to the hope that someday, that personalized affirmation will be yours to cherish.
