Morning
horniness is a curious thing. No amount of erotic stimulation can compete with
the erotic arousal you have when you wake up, hard or semi hard. When you're in
that sweet semi-conscious state unsure what's true and what's not.
As you all
know, I try very hard not to lose my libido even though I'm in cum ban. Therefore
I try to masturbate as much as I can during the daytime. I take great pride
doing it, since it is, after all what I do best, and the times I pull my limp
dick are the ones I truly feel being alive.
I have
lately noticed that weather seems to have an effect on my masturbation. At the
moment we're having a chilly spring, and it has even snowed several times during
this April. Some weeks ago there were warm spring days, and my edging
immediately doubled. As soon as the cloudy and chilly weather returned, it
diminished drastically.
But like I
said, I have done it as much as humanly possible, and it seems I have indeed
been succesful keeping my libido alive. Several nights in a row I have had
erotic dreams, and I have woken up extremely horny.
I would
gladly tell you about my dreams, if I had any idea what takes place in them. My
dreams are generally very hazy jumble of things, and unfortunately that applies
to the erotic ones as well. As I wake up all I can remember is flash images,
without any kind of idea who I had been, and what I had been doing with whom in
the dream.
In any
case, couple of mornings now I have been turned on enough to hump my cover in
my semi-conscious state. I know that doesn't sound much, but they have been the
most erotic experiences I've had in ages. Usually at that point I don't have an
erection anymore, only this... puffed feeling on my penis. I sleep nude to
encourage my morning erection and erotic dreams, so usually there's nothing
between my penis and the quilt I am grabbing on.
What took
place this morning a mere moments ago, must be the most arousing series of
events so far. During the past couple of mornings I haven't dared to hump the
quilt very long, since I seem to have this alarm in my head, that makes me stop
what I am doing before it starts to feel too good, often way in advance. Preventing
myself from cumming, no matter the circumstances, seems to have become a second
nature for me.
This
morning, however, I took a more decisive approach, and continued humping longer
than previously. With due fairness, I have to say my movements, or
"thrusts", weren't that big, and I think someone looking at me
wouldn't necessarily have even noticed them. To me, however, it felt almost as
if I had been fucking something.
First I
made a series of fives, then ten, and finally twenty-five. At that point I had
to stop because I felt I was getting too close to orgasm. I just stayed there,
horny as hell, listened the sound of my heart that was beating like hell, and
enjoyed the aching, desperate throbbing in my testicles. They wanted so bad to get all that sperm out. I didn't remember when they had been that alive.
As soon as
I dared, I continued and did another twenty-five, then fifty. At that point,
having done a full hundred, I had stop for a while. I was so turned on, my
aching balls were begging for a release and it all seemed... so wonderfully
humiliating.
I
considered my options. I started to become more and more awake, and I was able
to think more coherently now. I even considered the possibility of letting myself
to cum, or at least trying to. To feel the approaching orgasm, and letting it
engulf and wash over me. I would actually feel sperm ooze out of my flaccid
penis. Most likely there wouldn't be more than a few drops, and by anyone
else's standards it would be called a ruined orgasm, but it would feel so, so
good for. me.
After all,
I had already been...what, over seventy days since my last orgasm. Wouldn't
there be time for another one, at some point? And I would be doing it by humping
a quilt, with my flaccid penis, for crying out loud. What a humiliating story
that would make to tell on my blog. Since I knew I would have to describe this
experience there, with every little humiliating detail.
But on the
other hand, I knew how much better story it would make, if I could describe all this, and not having to end it by telling how I let myself to cum. To be
able to tell you I didn't cum, even though I wanted it desperately. Also, I
knew, if I let myself cum it would mean I would have to start counting from
zero again, without even having to reach triple digits. Did I really want that?
Was I ready for it?
At some
point, as I was thinking all of this I had continued humping the quilt in
series of twenty-fives and fifties. I even considered how humiliating story it
would make if I actually decided I would let myself cum, but ultimately were
unable to do so, after all? Somewhere around 300 I lost count, but continued
humping the quilt. All in all I think I got somewhere between 500 and 600,
before the waking world finally dragged me from my sweet slumber.
As soon as
I had gotten up I turned my computer on, sat down still naked and started
writing. I wanted to get it all down, when I was still fresh in my memory. Naturally
I have been pulling my limp penis the whole time, and I feel drops of sweat
rolling down on my naked body. All I can think of what somebody would think if
he or she saw me now.
However,
even though this is highly enjoyable, and I seem unable to stop, it's not even
close to what I experienced earlier...
