All of you needy gooners, addicted to your cocks and your clits, needing to pump, hump, and rub anywhere and everywhere. You’re all so pathetic, every minute passing by and all you can think about is how badly you need to touch yourself; to feel how hard you are, to feel how wet you are. Your entire life is dictated by pleasure and you’re a slave to it; that feeling right before you cum when your legs get tense and you’re so close to going over the edge but you never do because you don’t deserve to cum.

The other night I had gone out. There was a man clearly on a first date at the pub I was at. I was wearing a black and red corset top, black jeans, dark makeup and red lips as per usual. I could feel him staring at me while on this date. I knew he wanted me more than the woman in front of him. I knew that he would go back and fuck her or stroke his cock thinking of me. I owned his pleasure. He could’ve been putty in my hand. All he was good for was stroking his cock and thinking of me though. Much like yourself, that’s all you’re good for as well.

Pathetic gooning sluts, keep edging. It’s your purpose. Why bother fighting it?