“How I abandoned masturbation” – a story.
Once waking up at four in the afternoon, I suddenly clearly realized that nothing pleases me and not attracted. I have been lost in this life, I have long have no goal and ambitions. A vivid awareness of the scale of the disaster was first scared, but after an hour of thoughts it made me write about masturbation stories to warn everyone about the danger of self -satisfaction, and most importantly – to motivate myself to change the lifestyle.
The main problem I identified not just addiction to one -time acts, but a long -formed affection or even obsession. Hundreds of gigabytes of adult content on a separate hard drive constantly excited my nature. However, this has long been not enough, so the games with porn content on the Internet began to add salt to open wounds. And the most lustful there were always real people-when you leaf through other people’s pages in social networks and suddenly come across a bare ass of some luxurious chick, your hand climbs into my underpants to a tense member. If they only knew how many times I sprayed the monitor with sperm, fiercely putting on their profiles. I saved pictures of the most appetizing female, and then I am amused with them more than once.
In general, I used any break in order to cool my ardor. Of course, due to the fact that the acts of masturbation were extremely frequent, the pleasure was melting, and depression rolled more and more. Thus, a vicious circle closed. Masturbation caused an aversion to itself, and then rolled out the thoughts about how everything was bad. Depression, in turn, made me at least somehow have fun. Well, and let’s go from the beginning.
So the days, weeks, months passed. My hobby began to interfere with work. For example, once I was so carried away that I was fully lost time for a porn game – a heroine, such a sexy girl in an animated style, did not want to let me go, forcing me to believe that she sees the perfect partner for sex in me
. I played and jerked off, played and jerked off. When I woke up, it turned out that 30 hours passed, my boss called me. I composed some game about the fact that I got into an accident and lay unconscious in the hospital, and the phone stayed at home. It is unlikely that they believed me, but, fortunately, they did not fire, they only reprimanded and deprived of a bonus.
It was after that case that the clear awareness came that it was time to finish with the story of an experienced masturbator and become a former dependent, and for this you need to completely abandon porn, erotic games, photos of sexual cats from social networks. And no masturbation for at least 3 months.
The first week is the beginning of the story of the former masturbation
For three days I was desperately held, despite the insomnia, the hellish morning riser and breaking due to refusing adult films. Yes, I must admit that I also had porn dependence, and not weak. The breakdown occurred on the fourth day, when my colleague came to work in a short skirt and a fitting, almost transparent white shirt, under which a lace bra was visible. At the sight of it, I felt that the member got up with a stake, and only I was already shocked from my desire to make a mastery. I rushed to the toilet with a bullet – probably from the side it looked like I had diarrhea, locked myself in the booth and began to tickle dick so fiercely, as if after a ten -year starvation.
I don’t know how much time I spent in this occupation, but my colleagues began to drum on the door just at the moment when I finished violently, clamping my mouth with my second hand so as not to scream. Apparently, I masturbated for a long time, because when I went out, the guys from work began to ask if everything was in order with me, they said that I looked not so hot. Looking at myself in the mirror for the first time in 4 days, I was horrified: bruises under my eyes after sleepless nights, an unhealthy blush, tousled hair, and a swollen organ ached in his pants. Referring to malaise, I quickly washed and ran to my workplace.
Further – again a breakdown, and already two days later. And went and went. I could have enough for three, then for four days and all, then nothing. Once, having made a strong -willed decision to erase all the contents from a secret hard drive with a strawberry, I stick in these vidos, although I had been in my hands for five days and thought that the coveted week without masturbation was almost reached.
After analyzing all the unsuccessful attempts, I came to the fact that I need to somehow let the steam. There was free money in my hands, and I went to the sports goods store, bought myself a bar and pancakes for twenty kilograms. Now that the instinct drove me into a corner, I urgently threw everything and ran to pull iron. And here it is, the long -awaited result! After so many unsuccessful attempts, I finally lasted seven days.
The first month is the continuation of the story of the ex-nanist
After a week without masturbation, the mood went to rise. So well I haven’t felt myself for a long time. A constant smile on the face and vigor has discovered a new level of productivity. At work it became much easier to endure the loads and easier to communicate with colleagues. However, it ended quickly enough. Another week has passed, and stress reappeared in my life. The morning erection returned, which was already difficult to cope with. Pain in the inguinal region sometimes forced the legs to give way, and the tent increasingly began to appear at work. I had to get up for half an hour from the table to give myself time to cool down and not disgraced the whole office. A week later, the situation with an erection normalized, but acne suddenly began to appear on the forehead. I had to resort to special creams and the like, but there was no result. In the third week of abstinence, everything became completely terrible, I began to notice the shifts in the psyche, thoughts about the meaninglessness of the experiment came to mind, and excessive irritability appeared.
The cunning brain was adjusted to new conditions and realized that once in the afternoon I avoid obscenities, then I need to slip stories for masturbation at night. I began to overcome extremely exciting dreams in which an animated girl came to me in indecently short shorts and a tight -fitting T -shirt, shining through swollen pink papillae. She erotically licked her puffy lips with a small tongue, squinted cunningly and betrayed her thin voice: “Well, jerking off the flashing! Look, I also love to play with me “. At this place, she raped her finger and launched it into her panties, making a sweet moan. At other times, I dreamed of a huge screen in the entire wall, on which hard porn starts, and I try to turn it off, but instead I increase the sound, and the screams of ecstasy fill the whole space.
Each time I woke up in a sweat, my heart pounded frantically, and the member was eager for the pants to the wild. All this was like torture. I did not get enough sleep and lost a lot in weight. And when I happened to see a pretty girl on the street, I just lost my mind. There was only one thought in my head: to run home, close in your room and jerk off until the pulse loses until a wave of orgasm will swing.
Having thoroughly pondering everything that was happening with the beginning of the second month, I decided to load myself more so that bad thoughts would not go into my mind. In my free time at work, I began to write texts for the copywriting exchange, and at home to read different Internet magazines about the latest gadgets. Once I got to one notorious resource, I found a list of free video tutorials on teaching site layout skills. Having thought a little, I decided to start training. So I did not leave myself free time at all. A couple of dumbbells and push -ups were added to periodic classes with the bar, strange metamorphoses began to occur with the body. The appetite improved, sleep normalized, and symptoms of long -standing problems with the stomach began to undergo.
The third month, or as I managed to tie
With the onset of the third month without masturbation and with serious loads, the body strength was exhausted. Although I felt much better than before the start of the experiment, physical activity and constant workload of various kinds of things made themselves felt. I had to refuse to further study programming. But the spelling of texts for sale was firmly in the habit, and at the end of the experiment it remained with me that you yourself see in a porn story about the masturbation, which I once was. After the money earned on the exchange of articles began to be enough to pay utility bills, there were few free funds for leisure. So, one day, visiting the entertaining institution with colleagues, I met a girl who interrupted my experiment. Now I have someone to have sex with, and it’s wonderful. If I want to have sex with my hand, then my second half fingering me.