Day 2 of intermittent edging all day.

I don’t always get large chunks of time to myself but I get small enough ones to get an edge in. I’ll watch porn when I’m able. I love watching chubby girls with fat tits getting pounded. Meanwhile, I slowly stroke my cock from the base, to the tip, and back down again, with a firm grip that hugs every inch of my length and every throbbing vein. I’ll reach the edge and I’ll hold it in tightly and groan while I continue to pump, pump, pump, riding the edge until the need to cum eases. Then, I let go of my thick pulsing cock and let it slap onto my sweat soaked sheet, strings of precum oozing onto the bed.

As the day continues, my cock stays thick and hot, hanging and throbbing with need. Then my favorite parts start happening here and there throughout the day. I’ll be doing things around the house and I’ll be looking for any alone time I can get. The second I get it, it doesn’t matter where I am, kitchen, bathroom, garage, porch, I drop anything I’m holding onto the floor, making a mess but I don’t care, I’m urgently pulling my leaky cock out and desperately pumping. I’ll fall back against a wall and slide down or I’ll fall to my knees and throw my head back groaning and grunting, mindlessly fucking my hand. The sound of my hand slapping against my balls, “unnhh, unnhh, unnhh” escaping my mouth with each breath and I don’t even know I’m doing it.

My eyes roll back as I get close and my hips thrust my needy cock head in and out of my precum soaked hand. I hold the wave of pleasure back and my jaw slacks as I groan over and over and over until the urge subsides. This repeats maybe 5-10 times a day.

I’m helplessly addicted to completely losing all sense and humanity and going feral for that deep aching need and the uncontrollable thought process telling me I need to dump a steaming hot load into any hole I can find right fucking now. But I invest in my pleasure and stay riding that mind numbing pleasure on the edge.