Banquo wrote:How many edges left to do now 42? And wow crazy, you are kind of relentless.
Currently there are 'only' 6 edges left to do. No Problem IF the required target turns up, but these are few and far between.
My last real orgasm was on the 4th of January - that is 41 days ago. Now my typical day goes something like this:
The alarm goes off at 5 am as usual.
First to get up is my cock. Long before I realise what I am doing, I move to rub it against the bed cover and get as hard as can be. I have to take the covers off to avoid accidental edging or worse.
Off to the bathroom. The hardon stays with me while I shave and brush my teeth but the cool morning air helps to lessen my exitement until it's time for the showers.
Have you ever tried 'humping' a spray of water ? Happens, when you are really horny. Cleaning and shaving the genital region does not really help to cool down; turning the water to 'freezing' cold does help - using the towel in certain regions doesn't
If I have the time I have to check this thread to see what has changed overnight. Again, if time permits, I start playing. By the time I get dressed I'm horny, needing, hard and sensitive to the slightest touch.
No breakfast - just a 45 minutes drive to work. Hardon's come and go during the drive while I keep thinking of images I have seen and of those, I might see later that day - perhaps even a trigger. On the car park I patiently wait until the buldge in my pants dies down sufficiently to safely enter the office.
Work does help to focus on less arrousing subjects - doesn't help during breakfast and lunch breaks. Again really unwanted erections occurr and have to be fought by concentrating on off-putting toughts such as the next meeting, phone conference or what have you.
The drive home after work mirrors the morning drive. When I get through the door I say hello to everyone and immediately go to turn on the computer. As soon as I get some privacy I again check the thread and perhaps create a post or two. I cann't play yet, as we have no locked doors in the house. I have to wait until everyone has retired for the night.
Now it's time to catch the end of the thread. This usually takes more than an hour of stroking close to the edge - which must be avoided unless a target shows up perhaps every second or thrid day. When I finally get into bed a highly sensitive cock keeps me in it's grasp. There is not much else I can think off at that time and frustration has reached the daily maximum. In this state sleep slowly lets me drift off and gives me peace - until the alarm goes off for another day.