There's nothing like the rush. The slow, deliberate buildup-from the thrill of knowing what's about to happen to the mounting anticipation of that moment when finally lose myself, letting the gooner within take over.

It starts slow: the image of a toned, tight body with perky tits or a fit guy with a rock-hard cock. That visual ignites something deep, stoking the fire in my core and building a sexual tension so intense it takes over my mind and body. My control slips away, and primal energy surging through me.

Then comes the edge-an exquisite, maddening sensation. The pulse of pleasure builds relentlessly, a heat swelling in my cock as my orgasm teases just out of reach. I can feel the pressure mounting, my cum straining to travel up my urethra. Every throb makes it swell with pure ecstasy, a pleasure so sharp and overwhelming it feels like time itself is suspended, locking me in that perfect moment where noth ing else exists but the bliss of anticipation.