When you've been edging for days and weeks without release, you start entering a strange hypnotic state; a primal state of arousal where you just want to rub yourself on anything you see in front of you.

It begs the question: where's the point where you've edged too much?

When your balls are so engorged and swollen? Aching with all that hot, thick cum churning inside them? Your cock standing tall and twitching violently, pumping out rope after rope of sweet, sticky precum...

When your pussy is aching and dripping wet, just begging to be teased and filled? Thick ropes of grool dripping down inbetween your legs and coating your inner thighs...

Your mind is in such an animalistic haze of lust; hips bucking and thrusting subconsciously and loud moans escape your mouth. That oh so familiar ache inbetween your legs that spurs you to delve deeper into your arousal.

By now you're probably crossing your legs and desperately trying to rub your aching clit against your inner thighs pressed up against it. Or your spreading your legs, letting your hard cock poke out undeterred while your balls swell up and swing between your legs.

When you wake up in the morning, the constant aching and throbbing radiating from your inner thighs occupy the halls of your mind. All that teasing from the previous night still fresh in your memory, and the decision to get up and get ready for work becomes harder and harder each time you instinctively hump your sheets and pillows.

This only leads to walking around at work, mindlessly craving the urge to rub yourself, against anything you find remotely attractive.

Your panties are getting wetter and cling to your aching clit as the day progresses and you can only lick your lips in anticipation of going home to finally take them off and glide your fingers against your dripping wet sensitive pussy.

Or you nervously walk around at work, tucking your rockhard cock into your belt to try and make your huge boner less obvious; sitting down gently because your balls are so full and sensitive. Your underwear is ruined because so much precum has been pumping into the fabric all day long. Only to get home and rip your clothes off in order to cherish that first full stroke along your thick, engorged shaft, gliding up around the rims of your swollen, bulbous head...

You belong in a zoo...

Where you edge daily and never cum. The constant edging and denial has faded your mind to such an extent that you have become a modern day cave(wo)man. And you're in a cage, for everyone to see, along with other edgers in a similar state of mind, congregating together to satisfy the need to edge and edge...