And sweet Jesus, it has not stopped for the past hour and a half easy. I got bored waiting on a game with some friends, said to hell with it and figured I would try some passive practice—they finally come online and I can still keep going, no fuss no muss. They all each had their own thing to do. *Not that I’ve been complaining.*
See, here’s the thing about me—when it comes to using an Aneros, my goal has more or less entirely been trying to get as much precum going as possible. Not sure why, but there it is. For me, it’s about seeing it—knowing how much there is—and so I got creative. *Found an old condom, slapped that thing on.*
Cue an hour and a half later with a filled condom about the size of a large walnut, I’d say? Something finally snapped and the tiny bit of clear exploded into a ball of milky off-white because, well, *y’know.*
But here’s the thing: I haven’t even done anything beyond sit and just let something in me pulsate against the Aneros (a Helix Syn, I think mine is?) and my body’s just gone off the rails. I’m building up my towns as the Vampire Counts in Total War: Warhammer and every twenty minutes or so my dong just goes off like a faucet. To quote Joey Diaz: *it’s tremendous.*