endless edging

I woke up at three in the morning with my body absolutely humming and my hand already reaching for myself. I spent hours lost in a cycle of teasing and releasing until I was completely drained, but as soon as I opened my eyes again, the urge was back even stronger. Now I am just sitting here in the quiet of my room, completely focused on the way my skin feels under my fingers while the rest of the world fades away. My muscles are aching from the effort and my pulse is racing, yet I find myself unable to pull away from the sheer intensity of the sensation.

It feels like my mind is on a loop where the only thing that provides any relief is the constant, rhythmic motion of my hand. I am ignoring my phone and the sunlight streaming through the window just to stay in this hazy, overstimulated state for as long as possible. Even though I know I should get up and start my day, the raw hunger in my body is demanding every bit of my attention. I love the feeling of being totally consumed by my own desire until nothing else seems to exist. What would you do if you caught me in the middle of a marathon session where I clearly had no intention of stopping?