Recording audios has rekindled my love for edging

Posting my audio files has reignited my obsession with edging. I used to edge for hours, cock leaking, balls aching blue, but life got in the way. Then I started recording erotic audios, for perks like you to lose your minds to, and just like that I'm back, harder than ever.



Just posted a new HFO hypno file. Before that, I've dropped a few others, denial loops, dirty roleplays, joi files. Every single one has me so fucking horny while I'm behind the mic.



I'm deep in the script, voice dropping low and commanding, weaving those filthy suggestions. My cock? It's a throbbing, veiny monster, pulsing against my pants like it wants to bust free. Precum is oozing nonstop, soaking through my boxers, turning the fabric into a sticky mess clinging to my swollen shaft. Every word I growl out sends a jolt straight to my balls, they're churning, heavy as lead, drawing up tight like they're begging for release. My cock hole is gaping, drooling thick ropes of clear slime that puddle at the base, making my shaft glisten. It's just begging to be stroked.



But I can't. One touch and I'd shatter, script forgotten, mic picking up my desperate grunts as I ruin the take. So I edge hands free, hips bucking involuntarily, cockhead kissing the air, twitching like it's got a mind of its own. It's torture for my dick, throb after denied throb, building that pressure until I'm lightheaded, vision blurring from the need.



When I finally hit stop. Pants down, and holy shit, the reveal. My cock springs up, rigid as steel, coated in a glossy sheen of my own filth. Pools of precum collected in my waistband, thick and stringy, stretching when I peel it away. Balls hanging low and sloppy wet, sack wrinkled and slick. One look and I'm feral, wiping that mess onto my fingers, tasting my desperation while I fight the urge to pound one out. Instead? I edge more, reliving the session, knowing you degenerates are out there leaking to my voice.