A description of sensations, wherever I may need to pleasure myself every day. From the warm melting satisfaction of intense horniness, to the urgent need and relief of another and another orgasm.
I always only write while in the midst of masturbating.
There's an indescribable pleasure in starting my masturbation from zero stimulation, wherein I'm not hard or thinking about sex at all, but I just spontaneously grab my cock and stroke myself to hardness. I don't need any motivation other than to the knowledge that I'll eventually cum again and feel good, and to entertain my need for orgasms throughout the day. Those early moments when my cock begins to harden and I start to feel horny are amazing and deep. They're like a sensation of my body melting, warming up from the inside followed by an immense familiar feeling. Like an instinct is triggered, a muscle memory but of the mind. Partly emotional too, like returning home or tasting a food you had years ago. If 'recollection' or 'nostalgia', could be used to describe something that I experience almost every day instead of a distant memory, that would be it. I melt and relax, my cock gets hard, and I sigh and just stroke myself to an intense horniness. All the sensations - the feeling of my hardening cock, my body's return to the familiar horny state of need, the subsequent desperation to orgasm - it all blends together into a whirlwind sensation of warm joy. The same joy as yesterday or even earlier in the day, all new again.
The entire experience is also urgent. I quickly feel and realize I NEED to cum, like I'm already late to give myself an orgasm I should have had already. A frenzy begins in me. Why did I wait so long to pump my dick again? There must be a lot of sperm in me if I need to be stroking again this fucking much. However many times I've cum recently, it hasn't been enough. I need to be cumming now. I need to have been cumming already. My legs spread wide, my big cock in front of me, central in my life of lots of orgasms and needful daily masturbation. My thick, stimulated penis, fully hard as if proud of the huge horniness that I've stroked it into again. Pumping my thick dick deliciously, with abandon, knowing that I'll be forced to release cum again soon. When the slit tingles in a certain way, I know some drippings have slipped out - I can squeeze up the middle of my cock length and watch all those nice drops milked out of me. I can pull the skin back and make the head bulge, letting out milky drips of watery sperm and precum.
Once I start feeling my orgasm rise, it doesn't matter when and where I was when I began. Living room, kitchen, work desk, anywhere - wherever it is, I never want to wait on my need to let out sperm. It has to happen right there, right now. This results in me reaching in a hurry for nearby things to unload my cum into. Cups, bowls, folders, bottles, empty packaging or food containers, waste bins... I'll make just enough effort to reach for whatever may be near when my hard throbbing starts. I press the receptacle to my cock and just unload myself, loudly, profusely. My dick sperming messily and without a care, still stroking throughout the involuntary squeezing that's blowing my thick loads straight out from my balls. It all needs to go, as much cream as I can release, being rushed through the length of my dick quickly in thrusting spasms. Grunting and stroking until it's all left me, wherever it was that where I had to be when my cumming started. The daily repeating cycle of my masturbation, from warm melting satisfaction, to the need and relief of another and another orgasm.
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