You can’t resist the pull of desire, tempting you to yet again fall under my spell as you stroke. This is your happy place, with me. You only feel pleasure as you guide your hand up and down your shaft, unable to avert your eyes from my mesmerizing form. My words echo in your ears, coaxing you further and further into the abyss. The rest of the world fades away as you stroke, falling deeper into subspace. Being in this neon dreamscape with me is pure bliss. Nothing else matters - only pleasure, only gooning. With each pump of your hand on your cock the need to stay increases. Why would you ever leave? Why would you ever give up the ecstasy that washes over you as you goon mindlessly? Your eyes are transfixed on me, and in these moments of euphoria, I am the only thing you see, hear, desire. This feels too good to give up, and you don’t want to leave. You can’t leave. You’re going to be my good gooner forever.