Masturbating All Day

I am feeling horny. It just so happens I can't really do anything about it right now.  I mean physically I can't possibly do anything about it but I can, however, tease myself.  I can usually, between the general articles I am reading on my phone, sneak in a solo touch article.  As soon as I start to type in the website name and hit enter, my eyes become glued. It feels like a million frames per second I see the lustful descriptive words.  They alone capture me.  They drive me wild having to find the best story written by the most cleaver author.  Words so detailed and descriptive that they seduce my mind and paint pictures that burn like embers.  The lustful words soar through my body and instantly I feel a vibrating buzz roll through my nerve endings.  My heart starts pumping faster, my skin feels cold as my adrenaline rises.  The lust filled words touch my soul; a tingle begins to flow through my back and spine, through my chest, into my stomach, and out through my belly button. Then I feel the undeniable sensation start to buzz through the head of my cock. The authors sweet, erotic, warm tone climbs into my mind.  The voice so low and seductive at first as the story starts.  As the authors continue, my hands desperately want to rip my own shirt off.  My lust rages through me not caring who is around me.  I have to shut my mouth and secretly bite my tongue to stop myself from crying out.  The pain from biting my tongue only makes it worse.  The authors’ words are not slowing down; I can hear their cry and moan as their legs twitch and bodies are left quivering as every muscle spasms.  Their near lifeless body feeling like they are floating down, softly back to earth.  They just took me through their orgasm with them.  As if I were the one helping them with such a heavenly experience. My cock bulging even more; it is engorged with blood and fully erect, though hidden carefully tucked under my waist band.  The waist band itself is torture. The constricting feeling of my cock getting squeezed creates a tingle throughout my whole body. As I read more and more my mind can't help it. I am so turned on that I will purposely lean on the counter or the back of a chair to feel my cock press down against my warm pelvis.  My swollen head feels the rolling wave of lust flowing through my cock and body.  As I stand and talk with others around me, they have no idea that I am masturbating right I front of them. When I am in public for long periods of time, I do this to myself until I can't take it anymore. I know I will cum from just a few hard strokes.  I find myself standing in a bathroom stall, or in my car at lunch, or hiding at my desk with my cock pulled through my pants. It's not long until I am shooting hot thick ropes of gooey, melty cum all over the place.  Rope after rope burst through me. Then, slowly my hand milks every drop of juicy cum from my cock, from the bottom of my thick shaft to the tip of my head. It is all because of those wonderful sexy authors.