You’ve been waiting for this moment all day Tiptoeing around your dull wife, pretending to care when all you really wanted was me. And now, finally, she’s away And you’re here. Exactly where you belong. Tonight, you’re not a husband. You’re not a man. You’re mine. My voice is your permission. My words are your obsession. You stroke when I say. You edge when I demand. And every breath you take pulls you deeper into my world—where gooning is your religion and obedience is your purpose. You're not just jerking off. You’re surrendering. To your favorite homewrecker. To the blonde brat who makes you forget everything but her voice. No guilt. No shame. Just raw, dripping need. I want you hard, helpless, and stroking like a brainless gooner until you forget her name and remember only mine. Because tonight, you’re not free. You’re not loyal. You’re not in control.