Most mornings I wake up at least an hour before I actually need to get up.

I roll over, feel my cock start to pulse and take my phone off the charger and open up horny reddit and start to scroll, my body craving to be edged.

I start scrolling with my left hand, and let my right hand flow along my tummy, always causing some goosebumps of anticipation.

Finally I let my fingers run along my shaft and let out a little sigh, scrolling and scrolling, feeling the ache build up over the days of denial.

My fingertips rolling over the head as I see all the beautiful women posting, read about all the other horny gooners in the world, my hips start to grind of their own volition, my fingers wrapping around myself.

My mind often wanders into past experiences as I near the edge, like that time I was getting a 4 hand massage, and it's nearing the end of the 90 minutes. Sara's hands are teasing me, rubbing all around my inner thighs, the edges of her nails glancing over my throbbing cock. Olivia is standing over my head, her hands rubbing my chest. Sara's fingers finally find the head of my cock and her light touch makes my body shake. Olivia's fingers start tweaking my nipples, pulling, pinching, my body is on fire as Sara brings me to the edge over and over. Olivia leans down, her lips millimeters from mine, her breath washes over me as Sara pushes me over and I release with a gasp..

I've now been edging for over an hour. So many edges. So much scrolling. Do I push it over? Do I make my sloppy self get up and start work for another day of denial? So many choices, my gooner brain can't decide