Goonette memories: Corrupting Mia.

Let me tell you all how proud I am of myself concerning what just happened with Mia!

I guess you all remember about Mia, the super hot volley girl I met on the beach and who told me how much horny she was about watching me doing my goonette stuff. Well, something huge happened with her!

Yesterday, she called me using the number I gave her at the beach. She told me that she has been thinking a lot about me while she was working, that she was daydreaming about my body and my “sexy mind” while having to complete documents. I did want to tell her I did about 70 edges in a few hours imagining my fist entering into her pussy and even in her ass and that during this time I was recoiling my pussy juice to put it in my mouth, gargle it and swallow it, but I prefer to discover how deeply sexualized her brain was in order to be sure she doesn’t freak out when discovering my true self. For now, the fact she reached me, a total stranger to her eyes, to tell me how horny she was because of me, even if it was obvious to everyone that I was a total nympho and that she knew she would not feel judged by me for asking, shows that she clearly is open about her sexuality.

After her first confession, the conversation took a more socially convenient, non sexual tangent (well, just for her as my completely broken goonette brain has been fetishizing pretty much everything that is not sexual.) She then started to talk to me about her passion for volleyball, that she started in high school and that it became her favorite activity since, that she lives with her boyfriend who also loves to play volleyball but couldn’t be there at the beach the other day. As she was talking about her best volley games, I was humping my clit on my cum-drenched pillow I sleep on every night thinking about her in little tight shorts squatting and revealing it as she was hitting the balls, but also all the sweat that was covering her body, her muscled legs she has been training for years and the joy she felt when she won her tournaments. Then, at the moment she told me she had a boyfriend, I was already seeing them fucking in her bed, on their kitchen’s counter, even in the cloakroom, after her games, in front of all her teammates, who were either getting very offended, either super horny and willing to join. And as the completely perverted slut that I am, when she told me that her mom was a model and that she loved her a lot, because I looked at tons of milfs and stepmom videos, I already hoped I could get a threesome with them too and that her mom could also be her mistress. For years I was ashamed of having such fantasies, but now it became a part of me and denying these thoughts would be denying myself. All the time she was talking about all that, I was edging myself, sometimes moaning, trying to make it sound like I was nodding to her statements, but surely failed to hide it, being completely mesmerized by her delicate voice and her socialites the same way I would be by a long hypno audio.

After some minutes of me being completely speechless and edged, Mia finally asked me:

• Now, I’d really love to hear about you, your passions, your story. I’m sure you do other things than humping yourself everywhere!

I did not know what to say at all! I indeed was masturbating myself in every possible way all the time. For reasons I’ll explain in another story, I didn’t actually have to work or simply leave my house to pay the bills, meaning I had all the time I wanted, which means from the time I wake up till the time I go to bed, to goon until my brain gets messed as a bunch of potatoes getting mashed. After some seconds of silence followed by some stutters caused both by my incapacity of finding normal topics to talk about and because I was edged as fuck, I finally decided that the best thing to do was to be honest and show how filthy I was. After all, if she ended up being grossed by me, it would have meant that she would have been a waste of time for me, an obstacle for the satisfaction of my filths. So, I closed my eyes, imagined her holes gaping in my mind, took a deep breath and said, in an immense effort to keep my thoughts coherent:

• Well, the thing is that my biggest and only passion in life is gooning. Since the day I discovered it, I knew that it was the best representation of my personality and the incarnation of my ideal life. Since I practice it, I feel I make one with my body, my mind and my guts. Goon is my life and nothing else matters.

Mia, who did connect the dots in her mind, realising that humping myself really was the only thing I loved to do in life, stopped talking for a moment. After some seconds of waiting, I felt her breath getting stronger through the phone, which sounded a bit similar to the panting I do when I find a really good and filthy porn scene. I was hoping so much that what I said made her pussy wet! Then, she eventually broke the silence.

• You know, that’s what I was thinking when I first saw you. And for some reason that’s why I wanted so much to talk to you. I would say that sexuality has a very important place in my life and I thought you would understand me like no one does as you bath probably even more, way more than I do into it. Now, could you please tell me what is gooning? Never heard about that before and I’m very… extremely curious to know what it is.

Gosh! Did she just said she was getting horny because of my masturbation addiction? Was she already, without even knowing it, a goonette? I suddenly felt a big burst of energy that gave me enough mental clarity to be able to express her what exactly are the foundations of my life.

• Nnngghgh! Okay, so gooning is basically the fact of edging restlessly to porn in order to worship it, edging being the fact of masturbating until you feel the warmth of the orgasm invade you, then stop touching yourself just before you cum. For me it’s feeling the transcendent power of the orgasm all the time. I’m happy when I’m edging and nothing else could ever make me stop. Of course, I do always watch or minimally listen to porn all the time, else I feel empty and frustrated. I’d say I’ve seen every legal kind of porn you could think of. At the beginning, even anal scenes looked disgusting to me. Today, most of the things I see is not even enough for me and I need to imagine the nastiest things in my mind while porn plays on all my monitors at the same time at max volume in order to feel satisfied and even there, I still feel it’s not enough. Porn is my God, I must worship it all the time and do risky perverted things, like edging myself in a way too small bikini with toys on my pussy and my ass around everyone, to satisfy Porn and my craves. It’s been years I haven’t had any boyfriend as they all avoided me after knowing how addicted to porn I was. The only person that matters to me are Porn, my gooner Master Antonio and all my gooning friends on Twitter, Reddit, Discord and every other website you could think of where there is something to edge to. Oh! And now there is you!

Of course, I did say she mattered to me because I was already hoping she could become almost as addicted as I was, but if she ended being disgusted by what I did just say, it would have been easy for me to say her goodbye and get back to my insane 30+ hours edging sessions. But to my greatest pleasure, her answer was absolutely not the one of a disgusted girl. In fact, she seemed relieved and reassured to hear me say that, like if in some way, for the first time, she felt understood by someone else.

• Oh fuck! did she first say. I was thinking of something similar, but not expecting it to be this ****! Even if it really sounds freaky at first, I can’t help but recognize that there is a part of me in you. I started watching porn at a relatively young age, around 14, and since that I always knew It would become a hobby I’d enjoy a lot. The thing is that as years went by, porn, which was a fun way to relieve myself when I had nothing to do, gradually became a way to cope with my everyday problems and angsts. When I my first boyfriend left me for another girl when I was 18, I made a depression during which I would lock myself in my room most of the day, sometimes skipping school, in order to watch porn or Netflix shows as it was the only way to make me forget about all my demons except volleyball, which I continued to participate to every practice and perform despite everything that was afflicting me. As I said before, I met my se.cond boyfriend a year ago and for now everything is doing fine, except the fact he’s not actually satisfying my need for sex. The time I’ve been watching more porn made me kind of addicted to it and I still have to touch myself at least once a day to feel good. The problem is he can be a full week without having sex and it gets frustrating to have to hide myself to masturbate when he’s home. Also, with porn I think I started to get attracted by women, so when I saw you at the beach, I saw a woman who was, like me, morphed by porn and needing to masturbate a lot, but in a very more **** way than I am. Gooning seems to be the radical expression of my pulsions. Do I want to become a… a goonette? I’d say yes. Yes! I want to be a goonette! Of course, there is things I’ll never deny to watch more porn, like volleyball and my job, but else than that, I think I have nothing to lose. When do we start?

On many occasions I wanted to reply, but I was so horny hearing her explaining when she discovered porn and how did she use it to forget her problems that the only thing I could do was let her continue her monologue while I was panting in silence, tongue out, drool falling on my big fake boobs, edging myself to a point that only poking gently my clit could have led me to orgasm. The only thing I remembered and understood from what she said is that she loves porn, that her husband doesn’t give her the satisfaction that Porn would, that she wanted to goon.

• Did you have anything planned tonight? Did I ask her.
• No! I’m free. Do you want me to come to your home?

• Hum… nah! Stay where you are, lock yourself in your room, I’ll show you the best places there is to goon and my favorite porn. I’d say my home has been so changed since I’m gooning non stop that you could not be able to stand it.

• I think I understand! Call me back at nine and if you’re too gooned out to remember, I’ll call you! Talk to you later!

Right after I hung up the phone, I went back to edging, masturbating myself to the most decadent thoughts of Mia getting penetrated by giant cocks and toys in every possible hole and edged until her brain leaks up to her pussy, impregnating it and giving consciousness to her whole womb. I think I was so horny that I didn’t move by a single inch out of my bed for like 12 hours, forgetting to drink, eat and even taking Tylenols to relieve my headache caused by hours of fixing screens while I was constantly near orgasm. Thinking about Mia in every **** pornified way became my new obsession!