The Simp Who Gooned for Me

Hey baby… it’s your favorite kinky girlfriend. I have a client who lives for gooning phone sex. He calls me already leaking. Already desperate. Already halfway gone before I even say hello. He simps so hard it would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so fucking useful.

Last night he called me whispering “please” like it was the only word he remembered. I smiled into the phone. Sweet at first. Soft. “Aww. You missed me that bad?” Then I got mean. “Hands off. I didn’t say you could touch it yet.” That’s how our gooning phone sex always starts. He begs. I deny. He thanks me for it.

How I Keep Him on the Edge

I make him describe everything. How hard he is. How wet the tip is. How his thighs are shaking. Then I tell him to stroke — slow, sloppy, no rhythm. The second his voice breaks I say stop. Every time. He almost cries. I laugh and tell him he’s pretty when he’s denied.

He tries to bargain. “Just this once. Please, Rhea. I need it.” I let the silence sit. Then I get sweet again. “I know, baby. I know it hurts. That’s why it’s working.” Then cruel. “If you cum without permission, you don’t get to call me tomorrow. Understand?” He understands. He always understands when his cock is involved.

I talked him through forty minutes of gooning phone sex last night. No release. Just that raw, stupid, brain-empty state he loves and hates at the same time. I told him how wet my cunt was. I told him I was touching myself and he wasn’t allowed to finish. He groaned like I’d kicked him and thanked me anyway. That’s a simp. That’s a gooner. That’s mine.

Why I Love Ruining Him

There’s something delicious about a man who will stay aching just because I asked him to. I like being the girl he worships and the girl who won’t let him cum. Sweet girlfriend one second. Mean little tease the next. He doesn’t get the orgasm. He gets me. And apparently that’s enough to keep him coming back, leaking, begging, and promising he’ll be good.

When I finally hang up, I leave him right there. Hard. Denied. Dripping. Thinking about my voice. That’s the aftertaste of real gooning phone sex. Not a neat little finish. A mess he has to sit in.

If you want a girl who will smile at you and still keep you on the edge until you forget your own name, I’m right here. You can find more of my filthy confessions and book time with me here: Rhea’s Profile.

Ask nicely. I still might say no. 🖤

Goon for me.
Don’t you dare finish.