u/Wonderful_Abrocoma61

i’ve officially crossed the 30-hour mark of non-stop edging, and honestly, any sense of being a "high-achieving student-athlete" has completely dissolved into this puddle of sweat and spit on my floor. my girlcock has been soft for the last ten hours, but the overstimulation is so intense that i’m still trapped in a recursive loop of physical sensation that i can’t—and don’t want to—escape. i have my sex machine dialed to a relentless rhythm, a massive toy buried deep in my ass while a high-powered vibrator is strapped to my thigh, buzzing against my clit until everything feels like static. there’s a dildo suctioned to the wall in front of me that i’ve been face-fucking until i gagged, leaving a trail of drool and bile down my chest that’s now mixing with the layer of salt and grime from 30 hours of exertion.

the screens in front of me are a chaotic blur of brain-rot captions and the most depraved PMVs imaginable, dragging my psyche down into the "icky" territory where logic doesn't exist anymore. i’m covered in my own fluids, smelling like a mix of gym-floor sweat and pure desperation, looking like a total wreck while the civil engineer in me calculates just how far i can push this structural failure of my own willpower. if anyone saw me like this—limp but leaking, shaking but still pushing for more—they’d think i’ve completely lost it, and maybe i have. god, i’m craving someone just as broken and feral to be in the room with me, watching me ride this miserable, beautiful edge until i finally break. is this the "getting worse" phase? because if it is, i never want to get better.