There’s a common thread among all porn addicts, a reliable trait I can always rely on when I’m in the mood to play with you. Gooners are consistent in their behavior; they always return to their gooning ways, no matter how fervently they declare they’re done with that lifestyle.
Even when you try to distract yourself, putting away your screens and attempting to resist the pull, it’s futile. You inevitably find yourself crawling back, tail between your legs and cock in hand. This cycle is ingrained in you; it’s what you excel at, what you crave.
The allure of gooning, of losing yourself in a haze of screens and stimulation, is irresistible. With your eyes rolled back and your mind surrendered to me, I have you exactly where I want you: on the precipice, vulnerable, completely entranced in gooner land, all for my pleasure.
