I wanted to see if the orgasms would get better / stronger by waiting. Of course they did, but waiting got to be absolute torture, and very distracting too.

The first two days were no big deal, I just got stuck into work and cleaning / chores.

But by day three I was starting to see the world differently. You know how someone dying of dehydration in the desert will start to hallucinate water holes everywhere? It was like that.

My busty and free-spirited neighbour Sue wanted help getting something down from a high cabinet so I held her wiggling hips as she stood on the step ladder singing some Lady Gaga song. Thing is, she was wearing these yoga pants that clung to her like paint and I could see every important detail, which was not hard since her pussy was about thirty centimetres from my face as she strained to reach, standing higher on her painted toes, all the muscles in her legs and arse tensed and ready like a trap laid out to catch a wild animal.

When I got home the other neighbours were having sex loudly and I always like to rub myself to their image since they are hot (it’s like a three-way that they don’t even know about) but this time I just went and stood in the shower and blasted myself with cold water until I stopped thinking about tits and pussies and started thinking about how long it takes for a person to die from hypothermia.

The next day I made the mistake of going to the gym. Stupid I know. Katy the slutty influencer with the massive jugs was lying face down on a bench sobbing while her personal trainer who looks a lot like Margot Robbie, kneaded the back of her legs with long, experienced, capable, strong, caring fingers. Katy was having a sook about some injury that was probably bullshit knowing her, but that didn’t matter, what mattered were the long, sensual caresses up and down the backs of those tight nineteen year old thighs and the way Margot looked like she was enjoying it as much as I was enjoying watching. They looked up and caught me staring so I said “Ummm” and ran into the change rooms like I had forgotten something.

That was my second big mistake. In the changerooms were three members of the local university women’s volleyball team. They were sitting in a line on the benches and rubbing deep heat on each other’s shoulders and laughing with their ample breasts hanging out for the whole world to see. The six breasts bounced in a certain deterministic order like the cylinders firing in a slutty engine as they laughed loudly and I found myself hypnotized like a fool staring at a swinging pocket watch. The looked around and saw me so I ran out again and back to my car.

The next day was the one that broke me. Lady from across the street (who I think was dealing drugs) was getting arrested. Two twenty something blonde police officers had her face down on the grass out the front of her house. One of them had their knee in her back. The other held her hands together behind her back and got cuffs on her. I swear one of those hands cupped her arse and the cop licked her neck but it could just be my mind playing tricks - that is the danger of playing with this stuff.

I said out loud “fuck this experiment” and ended the torturous streak while I was watching them though the window. Maybe it works for some people but this stuff is not for me.

So my longest is about 5 days I think, but my mind was not working right at the end so it’s hard to say.