It has now been two weeks since I last touched my little cock. All it has been subjected to is a little grinding against my underwear and phantom touches through my packer.

I’m tempted to give in. I crave my dildo in my cunt and my fingers dancing away on my cock, bringing me to the edge over and over. But I also want to beat my last record of a month without touching myself. It’s hard to be so torn between my aching cock and my determination to beat a record.

As I can no longer allow my hands to wander to my cock, my nipples have been getting all of the rubbing. Playing with my nipples as often as I can only makes me harder, but my hands need to play with something and my nipples are all I have right now.

Strangely I don’t miss orgasming. I thought I would by now. But I think my mind is too focused on simply wanting to touch myself that it doesn’t really care if it gets to finish or not. Or maybe I’ve finally come to the realisation that orgasms aren’t for me anymore, and I’m better off without them. Who knows.

Either way, the not touching is becoming more of a struggle. It’s been so long since I’ve felt any decent pleasure and my cock is suffering for it. It’s silly, because I know I love the feeling of how much my cock and cunt are aching for pleasure, yet part of me wants to give up that feeling in favour of finally giving my cock some sort of release (release being touch, not orgasms). Personally I think the feeling of being so horny and pent up is better than an orgasm. It lasts as long as your willpower can hold off, whereas the pleasure of an orgasm lasts a few seconds. An orgasm isn’t worth it in the long run. You just lose this amazing desperate, submissive feeling.

I’ll try my best not to give in to my cock yelling at me. Even if I make it to a couple days more than a month of no touch I’ll be happy. I’m always striving to beat my previous records.