I spent my week off work edging

I can't fucking believe what I've put myself through this past week. I've been off work, and it has been a total haze of absolute, mind-melting edging. edging like an addict, pushing myself right to the edge of exploding and then slamming on the brakes, over and over again until my brain feels like it's been scrambled and my balls are swollen to the size of fucking grapefruits. It's been the most depraved, filthy week of my life, and I don't even want it to end. But Monday's looming like a cruel bitch, and I'm already dreading the thought of having to act normal, like I haven't spent the last week with my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, leaking precum like a broken faucet.

It started last Saturday, right after I clocked out of work. I got home, got high, and dove straight into filthy porn, there was this one video that had me hooked for hours, a tiny slut getting tied up and teased mercilessly, her pussy leaking while a latex domme edged her with a vibrator. God, watching that made my own dick twitch and leak like it was begging for release. I stripped down naked on the couch, lube in one hand and my phone in the other, and started stroking slow and steady.

By Sunday morning, I was already deep in it. I just rolled over in bed and pulled up more depraved shit on my laptop. Incest roleplay vids, taboo family scenarios that got my heart racing and my balls aching. I edged myself for what felt like hours, bringing myself to that sweet, torturous brink where my cock is pulsating, veins bulging, and that precum is dripping down like tears from a desperate whore. I'd stop just before cumming, my whole body shaking, sweat pouring off me, and then I'd start all over again. By lunchtime, my balls were so full and heavy I could feel them slapping against my thighs when I walked to the kitchen for another energy drink. I didn't eat much, who needs food when you're feasting on filth?

Momday hit, and I doubled down. I read some posts on this sub. One guy talked about how he went a whole year without cumming, his prostate throbbing constantly, and it made me throb and leak. So I spent the day in bed, surrounded by tissues and lube bottles, watching gangbangs and BDSM sessions that made my cock weep. I'd edge in different ways, sometimes fast and furious, jerking off like a maniac until I was gasping for air, then stopping cold. Other times, I'd go slow, teasing my shaft with feather light touches, circling the head until it was purple and sensitive as hell. My balls were getting bigger by the hour, swollen and tender, packed with cum that I refused to let out. It hurt so good, like they were about to burst, and every time I denied myself, it just made me hornier.

By tuesday, I was a total mess. My brain was rotting from all the porn, hours of watching depraved sluts getting used in every hole, orgies with cum everywhere, piss and pain, and it had me edging non stop. I'd wake up with morning wood that wouldn't quit, and I'd spend the first hour of the day torturing myself, squeezing my balls just enough to make it hurt without tipping over. Pre cum was constantly oozing out, soaking my sheets, making me feel like a leaky, pathetic junkie. I tried to jerk off in front of the mirror once, just to see how fucked I looked, face flushed, eyes wild, cock red and angry, balls hanging low and full. It was humiliating and hot as hell, and I edged right there, staring at my reflection, whispering to myself how much of a needy slut I was.

Wednesday and Thursday blurred together into one long session of edging hell. I barely left the house what's the point when you've got an endless supply of depraved content at your fingertips? I watched everything, rough anal scenes that made me clench, step sibling fantasies that had me throbbing, and even some hentai with tentacles wrapping around cocks and milking them without mercy. Each time, I'd stroke myself to the edge, feel that wave building in my guts, and then stop. My cock was constantly hard, leaking, begging for relief, but I was stronger than that. My balls were so swollen by now that they ached with every step, heavy and full like they were stuffed with lead. I'd massage them sometimes, rolling them in my hands, feeling the pressure build, but never letting go. It was pure torture, and I loved every second of it. I felt broken, like my mind had been rewired to crave this endless denial.

Yesterday was the peak. I woke up at dawn, dick already hard as a rock, and edged all day long. using a fleshlight to simulate a tight pussy, then pulling out just before I blew. Or clamping my hand around the base of my shaft and squeezing until the urge passed. Pre cum was everywhere, strings of it dangling from my tip, making a mess on the floor. I even recorded myself once, moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat, just to watch it back and edge again. By nightfall, I was a quivering wreck, my balls so huge and sensitive that even the fabric of my boxers brushing against them sent shocks through me. I thought about cumming, just once, to take the edge off, but no, I was committed to this filth.

On Monday I've got to go back to work, act like a functional adult, but how the fuck am I supposed to do that? My cock's still twitching, my balls are throbbing like they're about to explode, and all I can think about is sneaking off to the bathroom for a quick edge session. The idea of being at work with this pent up need raging inside me is torture. I might just call in sick, tell them I'm down with some mystery illness, and keep this going. Another day of depraved porn, another day of stroking and stopping, letting my brain rot a little more. Fuck it, why not? My body's screaming for release, but my mind's hooked on the denial. If I don't edge, I'll lose my fucking mind. I'm a edging addict, and I don't want to stop.