Edging

I'm home alone, lying naked on the living room couch, regarding my hand as it strokes my very engorged and erect penis. I look up at the 65” flatscreen TV on the wall that is mirroring the small screen of my phone. The phone is held by a tripod on the coffee table adjacent to the couch on which I comfortably recline. My phone’s hi res camera clearly projects my naked image from an oblique angle. I watch as my legs involuntarily thrust and propel my hips off the couch, my extended and rigid cock slides through the grip of my fingers and points stiffly at the ceiling. My ragged breathing quickens, deepens into moans, then subsides into recovering pants as I force myself to release my cock to deny orgasmic release time after time. The tension builds, subsides and builds again more intensely as each successive wave of pleasurable sensations repeats. Hips thrust, legs quiver, glans swells, cock twitches involuntarily and pre-cum leaks copiously from the dark hole of my urethra. I catch the clear thick nectar as it oozes from the tip of my cock. Listen carefully and you can hear me suck it from my fingers to savor its viscous texture and salty flavor.

How long can I last?

Listen to my prolonged excitement as it grows, intensifies and explodes past the point of no return.