The Cruel Truth: You're Just a Hole
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Youre plunging headfirst into the abyss of your darkest cravings, where every ounce of dignity is stripped away and replaced with the raw, biting truth of your existence. This is not a gentle unveiling of your true self; its a rough merciless reckoning. You are exposed, laid bare, nothing more than a desperate fag who will never be anything but a vessel for others pleasure. The sweet facade of self-discovery is shattered as you're dragged through the mud of your own pathetic need to be used, discarded, and forgotten. Every word is a dagger, every sentence a relentless reminder that your worth is measured only in how many times you can be filled, fucked, and thrown aside like the worthless fag you are. There's no redemption here, no triumphant acceptance—only the harsh, unyielding reality that your place is on your knees, drooling over the cocks of men who see you as nothing more than a convenient hole.
發佈者 MishaGoldy
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Loosen up, you pathetic little gooner in the making.
I'm not here to coddle you or to stroke that fragile ego of yours.
I'm here to break you down, rewrite every thought, every instinct,
until there's nothing left but a drooling, mindless mess who knows only one purpose.
To worship at the altar of Guni.
You think you have control?
You think you can resist?
No, sweetie, you're here because deep down you know you're ready to surrender,
to become a slave to the pulsating, relentless rhythm of endless edge.
Your body is no longer your own.
It's an instrument of pleasure, a vessel to be used and abused
in the relentless pursuit of that perfect, endless high.
And with every denied release, every moment of restraint, you sink deeper,
your will dissolving into the collective hum of desperate, mindless pleasure.
Gooning isn't a hobby, it's not a phase, it's a way of life.
It's your new reality, where every decision, every action is dictated
by the pursuit of that never-who-you-used-to-be.
Imagine it, your days blending into nights, all sense of time lost
in the fog of perpetual edging.
The only clock that matters is the one ticking in your veins,
driven by the relentless pulse of arousal that never, ever lets up.
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