6 days of keeping myself right on the edge

Every night I bring myself close — so damn close — and then stop. Breathing hard, fists clenched, letting the tension throb instead of giving in. By now I feel constantly charged, like my body’s stuck in overdrive.

At work I shift in my chair, distracted by the pressure and the way the fabric brushes just enough to remind me. At the gym it’s even worse — every movement, every bit of friction, makes me swell with frustration. I leave more worked up than tired.

I’m tight, sensitive, leaking restraint… and still holding back.

Six days in. I don’t know how much longer I can take it.