Why Cold Turkey Doesn't Work.
? I couldn't sleep. Everyone was probably dreaming with the day that would come, or maybe sleepless because of such day. I was sleepless because of another matter. It was dawn, meaning that I had gone three days without masturbation. I was starting to get tired of fighting it because of Liontari tendences. I needed to paw, no matter if he was going to yiff me. I tried to remain calm and endure until I reach my limit, that usually comes on the fourth day. I looked up to the ceilling, but nothing could get my mind off the idea of plunging my paw into my diaper and have a só needed orgasm. Liontari was asleep. I tried to roll around, tried to stare at the wall, nothing was helping. Somehow, I felt full of cum and the thought of getting rid of it, getting rid of a considerable amount of liquid, was driving me nuts. If I had a pillow at that moment, I would either bury my face on it in despair or hump it.
I got up. "I give up", I thought, "However, I won't do it here, for Liontari". I looked back at the sleeping lion. "I need to talk to him about it", I thought, then left the room. I walked upstairs to the yard. It was awfully dark. I just sat against a wall and got my paw in my diaper. "Hi, Yure", something spoke in my mind. I yelped and held my muzzle.
Who is there? - I whispered.
"Can't you remember my voice?", it asked. I took some time to think. I closed my eyes, paw still my diaper and rubbing my shaft to get me warmed up. "Are you the alien?", I thought. "Yes", it replied. I smiled and kept rubbing myself. "Long time no see", I thought. "Yure, I wanna ask: how are you going? Have you found the answer you needed?" I frowned. "Hey, I'm pawing here", I thought, "This subject is a big turn-off!" I heard a giggle. "Sorry", it said. "Good", I thought, my smile now gone. "Yure, I have been watching you from space. I also have been monitoring your thoughts and feelings", it said. "What?!", I yelled in my mind, eyes opening wide, "That's privacy violation! What are you? Microsoft?" It giggled. "No, silly, I won't do anything with this information; I want to help you, that's all. Plus, I can't control it. I get a psychic link with the last being I possessed. I have stuff to say, but I won't bother you now, because you really need to vent sexual energy. I wish I could understand libido. We talk more tomorrow. Have a nice playtime."
I just wanted to paw, then I was suddenly interrupted by someone who isn't even on Earth. That was weird. I shook my head and returned to my paw job. I needed that só much. The place was dark, the sentinels were turned to the other side of the walls, no one was seeing me. The sky was dark blue and had several stars, meaning that I was away from big cities. I sighed, still rubbing, sitting on the soil. Wind blew.
I started to paw properly, feeling myself ready to explode from rubbing and teasing. I took my robe our, untaped my diaper and grabbed my toy, fondling it and stroking up and down. My other handpaw fondled my sack while I worked my shaft furiously. I felt pee coming and directed it to my diaper, wetting it. After a few seconds of peeing, I grabbed the diaper and used it to paw myself. I was about to come and started to push, as if wanting to pee, because I had a belief that it would help my urethra to open to it's limit, causing cum to flow easier. Then I heard someone coming. I froze and stopped myself at the very edge of orgasming. When I felt that it was safe to continue, I had to bring myself to the edge again. I worked my shaft, looking at it, fondling and toying with my foreskin. I was hard again and started to stroke, keeping my breath under control. I started to tease my tailhole to get faster to the edge. Soon, I was there, feeling the beginning of the climax. I tried to hold myself there for the longest as possible, but my frustrated body got the best of me. While I rubbed the entrance of my tailhole, my toy shot cum to my tummy, then oozed because my foreskin would reduce part of the strenght of my ejaculation. Cum and cum flowed from me, for ten seconds. I rubbed a little more to milk the rest out. I was done and I instantly felt sleepness coming. "I think I need professional help...", I thought. Not pawing was the only thing preventing me from realizing how sleepy I actually was. I was só overwhelmed that I just retaped my diaper, covered myself with the robe and took a nap right there and then.
It was dawn. No good cubs were supposed to be awake. I was sleeping. As everyone should be. I didn't know when my addiction started or why. Because of the trauma during my childhood, I couldn't remember what got me into pawing. I just enjoy. And it just became overpowering.
I was asleep, my paw covered with warm cub seed, my diaper soaked and bad taped, my robe working as blanket.