Pleasure doesn’t happen in your d*ck; it happens in your brain. You know what I’m talking about.

That moment when your brain shorts out. It’s knocked instantly flat like someone just cut the wires. That’s the REAL pleasure. Your brain only uses your d*ck as a tool to get you to that brainwave state. It knows that’s what you’re really addicted to.

Now, instead of just a few seconds, imagine having that feeling for over 30 minutes straight. That’s what happens when your brain is so aroused and confused it has no idea what to do. It can’t function if it doesn’t know what to do, and it can’t know what to do when it’s being overloaded with opposing options at the same time.

How could it possibly decide when one lobe is is telling you to make yourself nut repeatedly the point of gross Overstimulation and the other is telling you to not c*m at all, just Edge yourself indefinitely?

It can’t.

The result? A euphoric, prolonged mind-numbing stupor like the kind you feel during climax, but much longer. It’s like sinking under ocean waves of pure submission and s*x - and you’ve no desire to come up for air.

What happens when your brain can’t decide? How might your brain control your hand once I’m in control of your brain? *dging programming in one ear; overstimulation programming in the other. And opposing subliminals coming from both sides. When you’re flooded with suggestions the complete antithesis of one another, the choice is out of your hands.

Just let your lust fill you, and let your body decide; will it be fevered j*rking to more climaxes than you can count and not being able to stop cumming even when your body is begging you to stop? Or will it be dozens of slow, agonizing strokes that leave you trembling with desperation as your body screams for a climax it won’t let you have?

Edge yourself st*pid, or c*m until you cry. Either way, your c*ck ends up raw.

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