Sinful Spirals - a Gooner's Filthy Pleasure
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Are you prepared, my little gooner, to be fully immersed in the mesmerizing allure of my spiraling gaze? As you descend into this captivating realm, your senses will be hijacked, your world consumed by the unrelenting seduction of my power. You will feel my presence seep into your very being, my melodic voice wrapping around your thoughts, anchoring you into an abyss of pleasure. Your reality will distort, leaving only your insatiable desire to submit and the relentless rhythm of your hand, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy. Every heartbeat, every desperate stroke, every panting breath will push you deeper into the throes of your gooning obsession. Your existence will be reduced to the dance of pleasure and submission, the thrilling edge that keeps you teetering between torment and ecstasy. As you surrender, each stroke becomes an act of devotion, each pulsation a testament to my control.
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You are crawling in, aren't you?
Like a mouse to the flame.
Or a razor like a pathetic little
to my spiraling gaze.
Your gnomes are dangerous.
You hear my words.
And yet, here you are.
Pathetic.
You are a moustache.
And there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Each stroke is a surrender.
Each pulse a pleasure.
A capitulation.
You are dancing to my spiraling tune.
Your body moving to the rhythm of my spiraling call.
It's pathetic, really hellish.
Drowning in a sea of sensations
that threatens to pull you under.
But you love it, don't you?
You crave it.
You desire it.
You need it.
You are so weak.
So mindlessly addicted to the spiraling ring.
It's pathetic, really hellish.
But yet, you are a cock in my spiraling eyes.
You are dancing on the edge of spiraling abstinence.
Teetering on the brink of spiraling oblivion.
You are spiraling down.
Now.
Now.
Now.
And there is no end in sight.
My voice is a spiraling mantra.
Mantra in your mind.
A constant whisper that guides you.
Lost in my spiraling burning paradise.
You are a goon in my spiraling tune.
Broke and troubled.
A slave to your own pleasure.
A puppet of my strings.
Nearly a ***** for the chains.
For the heart.
For the pursuit of pleasure.
You are spiraling down.
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