Masturbating in slow motion, whilst laid beside beside an ex in bed while she slept, fearful I’d get caught.

Super slow. Breathing controlled. Motionless body. Just right hand working me ever so gently.

It took forever, but I was determined, half crazed with lustful desperation and had two ball sacks filled to bursting point with man butter.

So....I go slowly, carefully and all the while I’m tuning my pork sword, my warning radar is listening to her breathing and sensing her level of sleep depth. Getting caught is not an option. Definitely not.

I reckon the orgasm took 30-45 minutes delicate work to arrive and it was so worth it. Something about hiding it centimetres from another being, whilst being at risk of a soul sucking argument, made it all the better.

The sensation of cumming, the very beginning of the orgasm, started maybe 30 seconds before I actually came. The feelings built ever so gradually and I had to fight the urge not to breathe faster or tug harder. I maintained the same slow rhythm as pressure built and built and built. Eventually, I came and by came, I mean that I had an orgasm so beautifully piercing, so overwhelming, that it felt as if my guts were being torn out of their moorings. Wave after wave of cum fired out (into my sock) till I was utterly fucking spent.

Afterwards, I lay there as my ex snored on, painfully aware that I had just had the best orgasm of my life, by a long way, and that I would never have one like that again.

The end.