Well, this is more a post about not masturbating, but what the hell.
Since the above described Aletta session, I have not been jerking it. I have a gig next Thursday 70 miles away from my home in the city I used to live. As I always do when I visit, I'm heading for a visit to the massage parlour I used to frequent. This will be an extra special visit as my favourite girl had a couple of months off for a holiday and a break from it, and now she's back. I haven't seen her since June, so I've decided to save my loads up. She is next on the rota Sunday (a week tomorrow).
As ever though, not wanking is proving a real challenge. I've been getting repeated hard ons and exposed to material that would usually force me to jerk it. Yesterday there were two sensational pics of the cleavage of Helen Flanagan in the paper, this morning the new pinupfiles gallery of Sammy Braddy caught my attention and today just before I went out I was reading another forum and it reminded me how hot Vicki Michelle was in the 80s. Having got home, Westworld was on TV and I caught a glimpse of a spectacular cleavage on a character called Daphne. A quick go over the IMDB and I was running the name "Anne Randall" into Google images, and lo and behold was presented with pics of her tits in all their glory.
I've now gone back and saved 21 photos of the aforementioned Ms Braddy from the newly released set, and seem to be in a moment of self-torture. I'm laying in bed with the laptop, naked as the day I was born, horny as fuck, staring at my bell end thinking about how good it would feel to take hold, fire up Yahoo and hope for company, and stroke the little man to sticky completion. Torment, delicious torment.