refilling the tanks

I flipped through the cards idly with my left hand, my right making its way once more down into my panties, grasping my cock under my skirt and pumping away right then and there.

Even in still image form the sight turned me on immensely, I sped up, eager to get back to my experimenting, and utterly horny besides.

I never lasted very long when masturbating, cumming within a minute if I went full **** so I quickly felt the tide of orgasm approaching, welling within my penis, the rising tension.

But then.

Nothing, it reached the point right before I would normally cum and just stayed there, my penis ached to cum but some unseen **** was preventing me.

I pushed myself harder, masturbating with reckless abandon, I pulled my cock free of its confines and leant back on my chair to give easier access for my hand to reach closer to the base.

The pleasure mounted another level but despite my furious efforts I was still denied my orgasm.

I kept going, even as I felt my penis starting to ache in protest, the friction to much for the sensitive skin, I moaned long and loud, needy.

I pinched my nipple with my off hand, twisting it, biting my lip from the pain.

I stopped and took a breath, my penis twitching free.

I resumed, **** to not give up, clutching onto my lifeline.

Abruptly, the floodgates opened, the pleasure flooded through, a few spurts of cum, clearer than the first time but exiting with far more velocity. Flying left, onto the floor, leaving small droplets of semen on the floor.

I relaxed back into the chair, happy that I could cum, but feeling utterly hollow for it.

I was dissatisfied earlier but if the last masturbation was a carrot cake, edible but not quite the real deal, this was like eating straight sponge cake, dry and unsatisfying. Merely ticking a box and moving on.

I still felt a faint sense of need but it faded slowly.

In its place was a traveling suggestion of a feeling, magic, I could feel it returning to my body. I think it was there all along I just never depleted it enough to notice it's absence.

I got up for a glass of milk but was barely able to keep my eyes open, I checked my phone.

11:46 pm

Damn, I'd completely lost tract of time.

I skipped my normal nightly routine and just opted for collapsing into bed in my underwear, wand clutched firmly in hand. My dream was filled with images of great feats of magic, fantasies and fairy tales.

I slept like a log.