Tomorrow I get to do nothing but stroke myself into a fuzzy puddle and I know I know I know I shouldn't touch myself right now but the second I'm alone it's all I can think about doing. It's like muscle memory at this point. I shaved all over today and tomorrow I really wanna go anywhere, just normal stuff like groceries and gas, and wear no underwear and just shorts and just gently stare at thick women in yoga pants, making their ass cheeks jiggle while they walk. I wonder if they'd notice I'm throbbing and leaking between the thin fabric protecting my full cock to be on display to everyone. The outline making it undeniable between my legs. How is it that tits jiggle while someone walks is such a trigger for me and it's like a very basic thing. I'm doomed and dumb. And it feels so good

and yet all I want to do right now is stroke myself into a mess. Just make noise and moan and make that loud slick wet sound just fill up my apartment as I pump away at myself. I should just wait. it's just a few hours away. I could totally make it until then....but fuck I don't want to.