Once again, this afternoon, at work, in the heat of an early summer heatwave, I can’t do anything but masturbate or think about masturbating. My balls are stretched by a 600-gram weight. I’m barely hard, but it doesn’t matter. As soon as I feverishly stroke the head of my penis, I feel almost in a trance. I can hardly describe the immense joy I feel at having a penis to masturbate with. I’m drunk, drunk on the pleasure of masturbation.

The first heatwave of the year in Paris. My cock and balls are on fire, and I’m celebrating my seventh wedding anniversary with my second wife by wanking at work before a romantic dinner. Realising just what a wanker I am turns me on like crazy. Please, give in to the indescribable pleasure of masturbation too!