As my plump cock continues to ache in anticipation of its rigid condition being rewarded with rigorous stroking to reach a climactic reward, I continue to antagonize my precious treasure. Those few words express my cock's condition as I edge this morning, and realize my edging routines vary from day to day. I've attempted to define edging in the past, and have requested readers to express their interpretations of edging. I've attempted to measure the hours spent maintaining tumescence. Does my cock need to be rigid? Do I need to continually be in a state of ecstasy?
How does my continual narcissistic behavior relate to my continual search for admiration? Am I literally edging while attempting to keep my cock's plumpness apparent while sunbathing nude? Does my voyeuristic observance of other cock's state of arousal indicate my sexuality? I discovered the following video link.
Many of my questions were stimulated by this video. The quintessential philosophical question, "Which came first - the chicken or the egg?" becomes my question: Did my masturbation lead to exhibitionism - or did admiration of my cock's capability lead me towards constant edging routines?
Constantly checking my appearance for admirability

How does my continual narcissistic behavior relate to my continual search for admiration? Am I literally edging while attempting to keep my cock's plumpness apparent while sunbathing nude? Does my voyeuristic observance of other cock's state of arousal indicate my sexuality? I discovered the following video link.
Many of my questions were stimulated by this video. The quintessential philosophical question, "Which came first - the chicken or the egg?" becomes my question: Did my masturbation lead to exhibitionism - or did admiration of my cock's capability lead me towards constant edging routines?
Constantly checking my appearance for admirability