Like every morning, I look at my private messages waiting for a very dear and hot Madame with whom I have been speaking daily for a while. Our conversations are very pleasant, respectful, and, I must say, often naughty. Dear readers, never forget that, on the other side of the words printed on your screens, there are human beings, with their qualities, their faults and their flaws. Never lose sight of this. Respect their requests, their commitments and their privacy.

After a short night, abnormally short, too busy edging the night before, I poured myself this little morning coffee which helps wake up both the body and the mind and I walked around my house chatting with my dear friend. After a while, I decided to go take a shower and unfortunately, following a stupid accident and a broken hand bone, I unfortunately couldn't edge as I wanted. Usually, I wedge the shower head between my legs, a stream of water directed towards my soft, well-shaven balls and with one hand I jerk my cock while with the other I tickle my very sensitive nipple. Sometimes I tell myself that if unfortunately I don't have a clitoris, I at least have this nipple which sends shocks of pleasure directly to my cock and my prostate.

Once out of the shower, I told my sweet and naughty friend that I was going to put in my plug, the steel one from Njoy, but the small size to start the day gently... and I know how much she loves playing with her own asshole, feeling it filled while she fills her pussy with her wet fingers. Besides, I must have already been very excited since my anus practically sucked the steel ball, which took it straight against my prostate. What a pleasure to feel the nerves of your anus tickled when you walk!

It was hot at home. Delicious excuse to dress lightly! A very long t-shirt was going to be my one and only item of clothing for the day! Feeling the air on my balls and on my cock, and being able to access it freely, anytime, what a privilege!

The charming Madame, for her part, continued to communicate her pleasure to me, to tell me how she was busy indulging in this wonderful vice that is masturbation. I received photos, his magic words began to possess me, and after a while I had no choice but to go to my bed, next to which are my toys and my coconut oil.

Quickly, I oiled up my cock and took out my fun Factory Manta. My left hand slipped under my t-shirt and I slowly began to tickle my right nipple with the tip of my index finger. The first movement of my finger caused a delicious electric shock, and a contraction in my ass. The vibrating toy, for its part, went back and forth along my cock which I was starting to feel swelling.

There is a stage that I like to go through, it is the moment when I am already hard enough and suddenly my cock swells to its maximum, ready to explode, the veins protruding, the head red like a beautiful shiny and juicy apple. I have a hard-on so hard that it sometimes hurts. In this state, my cock becomes extremely sensitive, which allows me to edge very easily.

However, the naughty exchanges were going well! Her, touching herself, playing with her swollen clitoris, and me, sending her racy photos. At one point, during our messages, my lovely Madam came to tell me about extremely hot audio of a woman. My curiosity piqued, I then asked him to share and a few seconds later, I started reading it. Misfortune ! I will not dwell on the contents of this demonic recording. Just know that I replied to my very hot correspondent that if I continued to listen to it, I would inevitably cum quickly. She also wanted to cum... So we each edged on our own. And I edged a lot and strongly. I mean that once plugged, I can reach the stage of prostate orgasm without crossing the limit but I can maintain this state of near orgasm for long seconds, while my body squirms, my legs become uncontrollable and I can't help but moan while hyperventilating my lungs so as not to give in to the pleasure of ejaculation.

And there, I absolutely wanted to give Madame a gift by recording my orgasm. So, at the end of this unbearable 18 minute audio, I put down my phone, started taking my veiny cock in my hand and started jerking it, breathless, my nipple rolling under two fingers . Feeling the orgasm coming, I launched the dictaphone application and let my imagination run wild. What to say ? I visualized a scene in which Madame was squirting, cumming again and again under the action of my talents and sexual utensils of all kinds. I can no longer say which of us announced to the other first that he was going to cum, but I can only tell you that at the fateful moment, my buttocks contracted to the point of pressing my plug against my swollen prostate, having the effect of delaying, with indescribable pleasure, the first jet of sperm. Fuck, I came so hard! Moaning, muffling my cries and ending this moment of pure ecstasy with a laugh of bliss and amazement, as my hot cum began to leak from my belly onto the sheets.

Later that day, absolutely not satisfied and having in the meantime opted for a bigger plug, I sat on my couch, right next to the window, and continued playing with my cock, thinking to myself that 'At any time a neighbor could observe me. As usual, I then had to clean the leather covered in a mixture of pre-cum and semen, because, even without cumming, I learned long ago to go slightly over the line to let a few jets escape of sperm without having an orgasm, an absolutely delicious practice.

And while, back in my room, a room which always smells of cum, I continued to edge myself again and again, until my prostate and my cock burst, the naughty conversations with my charming Madame did not only made it worse when she confessed to me rubbing her beautiful swollen clit against a blanket. At these words, my cock became twice as sensitive and my brain was assaulted by unspeakable thoughts: how I wanted to show her my incredible oral skills, how I wanted to fill her pussy with my cum, how I wanted to make her cum again and again, how... And we came almost at the same time. Her orgasm was as powerful as mine. Unfortunately, my balls weren't as full anymore, my cum was too liquid for me to put it in my hand to send him a photo of this substance which, I can attest, tastes so good!

In the evening, I was as if possessed, putting my hand on my cock without even realizing it, and cumming two more times.

Hot day whose vivid memory still causes, as I write these lines, a contraction of my buttocks on my plug. Fortunately, dear reader, my hands are busy writing, at least until this last point.