I've been riding the edge on and off for a few days now. Teasing myself to the point of frantic excitement and then backing away, browsing NSFW Reddit, and then letting myself calm all the way back down again.

Sometimes the urge is so strong to just keep going.... But I love the frustration and ache of staying pent up. Continuing to edge over hours, days, and sometimes even weeks can really intensify your sensitivity, and the attention you give to the beautiful women all around you.

I know I've nearly reached my limit when I feel my flaccid cock leaking in my jeans just because I saw a pretty girl walk past me.

That happened to me today.

Sticky, leaky, and embarrassing. And perfect.

You might think that my temptation would be to cum. Simply rush to the nearest private place and empty my balls, enjoying the pleasure greedily.

And that's what I really, REALLY want to do.

But often I will choose to ruin my orgasm instead... Letting some of the pressure out, but keeping all of that twitchy frustration trapped.

And that's what I want to chat about today.

I think that having men like me constantly worked up, sex obsessed, and ready to cum at a moment's notice, is quite perfect. We're so easy to torment and control with the simplest stimulation this way.... and I love it.

Why would I let the pressure out and ruin this blissful, throbbing trance with the harshness of post nut clarity?

What do you think?

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