I said the other day that I was dripping a lot. Each morning this week, I’ve gotten out of the shower and, as soon as I was dried off, felt a slug of precum work its way down the encased tube steak and urp out into the tube. Then…wait…for…it…drrriiiiiiip.
Today, photographic proof. Caught mid-drip.
Just another symptom of enforced chastity and prolonged orgasm denial. Sexy in its own way. A symbol of my condition.
Funny thing is, back when I was coming whenever I wanted to, precum was a hardly ever present. I just wasn’t a copious producer of the stuff. If I was jacking off for a long time, I’d work a drop or two out, but that’d take 15 or 20 minutes of stroking. Now, spending the same amount of time simply working on The Portfolio with a densely packed tube will generate gobs of the stuff.