You find an online dating app that caters to gooners and goonettes

After searching for a few hours you found a website that promised to get you laid with gooners or goonettes. There very hot women that supposedly use this site. You look through a lot of profiles.

You're scrolling, one thumb smearing a streak of lube across the screen, when a profile stops you cold. Not because she's the most conventionally beautiful, though she is that. Not because she's naked, though her profile picture shows her in a black lace bralette and not much else. It's her eyes. In the close-up shot, they're looking right through the phone, right into you. They're a deep, startling green, and they hold a kind of knowing amusement. A challenge.

Her handle is 'GoonetteGoddess'.

Underneath, the bio reads: "Training betas to worship. Seeking a dedicated gooner who understands their place. Your orgasm is my currency. Prove your worth."

Your heart does a nervous little flutter against your ribs. A mix of terror and exhilaration floods your system, more potent than any porn clip you've clicked on today. Your gooner brain, usually a fuzzy mess of dopamine and static, snaps into sharp, terrifying focus. The cursor hovers over the 'Like' button. A single click. That's all it would take.

But what if she replies? What if she doesn't? Your thumb trembles. The women in the videos are safe. They're pixels on a screen. She is dangerous.

You scroll down seeing what look like to be a famous singer name Sabrina Carpenter. Why would she use this site. She's a celebrity. It has to be a catfish. The idea of Sabrina Carpenter being a goonette who is on a site to get laid by gooners is mind boggling.

The profile is surprisingly convincing. It has a verification checkmark, the kind usually reserved for public figures. The photos look like professional behind-the-scenes shots from photoshoots, but with a twist. One shows her on a set, wearing a glamorous dress, but her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips slightly parted. The caption reads, "Bored at work. Thinking about cock." It couldn't be her right.

You continue to scroll seeing a niche pornstar. She looking for people to join her only fans and new fans. She seems to be the most logical of the three. Real pornstars promoting their content on a gooner dating site? It made a certain kind of sense. Her profile was all business, all professional shots, a link to her OnlyFans prominently displayed. "Subscribe and let's play," her bio said. It was a transaction, clean and simple. No emotional risk.

You sit there, the three profiles open on your screen. The Goddess, the (supposedly) Celebrity, the Pornstar. Each one represents a different path, a different kind of thrill. Your neglected cock twitches, reminding you of its primary function, of the burning need that brought you here in the first place.

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