You’ve been looking for a nice big orgasm for a while now.

You know how you get, with your cock hard and aching; you wind up so snappy, so on edge and just a little bit whiney when you haven’t jerked off in too long. Your co-workers start to notice, start walking on eggshells around you. It’s time for you to take care of that boring chore again, just jerk your cock and be done with it.

How fucking pathetic is it that this is what your sex life has been reduced to?

A quick jerk and cum in the shower before bed, to minimize the mess, and then off to dreamland. Your dreams aren’t even erotic anymore, full of reports and databases and schedules and god, you’d kill for just a touch of the way you used to feel when you were younger. Just one night, when touching your cock was like a gift from above, when the slightest hint that the hot cheeleader might maybe let you touch her boobs…

Remember what that was like? A horny teenager, aching for the chance to do anything sexual.

You can recapture that, you know. All the erotic energy of youth, in a very simple and easy to follow plan. We start by limiting your orgasms. Yes, youth is all about lots and lots of orgasms, but you’re not that young anymore, and it’s only going to get worse from here. Limit them. Constrain them. No more cumming willy nilly without a thought or a care for you! Orgasm denial is the name of the game.

Orgasm denial, coupled with extreme edging training.

You don’t get to cum, but you do get to stroke for me. Over and over, bringing your poor abused cock to the edge of orgasm, again and again. Rub that cock, but don’t cum. Pull back from that ecstatic edge, linger there, and if you feel moved to do so, beg for release. You don’t get to cum until I say you do, but you can edge.

Can you imaging how amazing your orgasm will feel?

When I finally tell you that you’ve edged enough for me, that you’re done with this pattern, that you can cum for me. Think about it. You’ve let me control your cock, deny your orgasms, edge you again and again. Every bit of your waking attention has refocused on your cock. You think about that orgasm, yearn for it, ache for it. Just like you did with the hot cheerleader way back when. What used to obsesses you for a whole day now takes a week between us to orchestrate.

Edge yourself for me.

Push to the edge, again, for me. It’s worth it. You trust me, right? I’m the expert here, after all. I’m going to give you what you want, what you need, and I’ll make your cock feel like a teenager again.