I’m a chronic masturbator: “Just one more and I’ll
I often wonder whether I’m a chronic masturbator. In the day and age where virtually any question can be answered with a quick Internet search, it’s frustrating to not have a definitive diagnosis.
Definition chronic masturbation
Symptoms chronic masturbation
Chronic masturbator test
How do I know if I’m a chronic masturbator?
Nothing I type into the search engine bar seems to come up with a satisfactory result. Not even Yahoo Answers has anything for me—their closest link being I’m a chronic masturbator and I need to stop, help?!
It’s not like I want help. There are times when I’m expected to be somewhere, and I skip steps in getting ready so that I can masturbate a little longer. I’ll need to be at that somewhere by a certain time, and I lay in bed as the minutes turn into hours, making myself orgasm over and over, promising the universe “Just one more and I’ll be on my way,” only to make the same promise five minutes later. As each orgasm passes, I lose the chance to do my hair properly. . Sometimes, I devise an excuse about traffic and just plan on being late altogether. The process is very time-sensitive—I have exactly thirteen seconds after an orgasm to get up and shake it off before I get horny again. Thirteen seconds goes by pretty fast, so it’s a pretty demanding act, in terms of will. If procrasturbating were an Olympic sport, I’d be a fucking gold medalist. But like I said, I don’t need help—I’ve designed a system: I get ready an hour ahead of time so that I’m free to touch myself until the very last second, until I need to get on with my daily schedule. I take my shower , blow dry my hair, and get fully dressed (except for pants, which I take out of the drawer and leave at the foot of the bed) before I lie down, close my eyes, and start the cycle.
If not a full-on masturbation addict, I’m certainly an emotional masturbator. When I’m sad, happy, grouchy, or just bored, my hand automatically reaches down into my underwear and onto my cock. I can hardly be left alone for a few minutes on a comfortable piece of furniture without rubbing myself. Hotels are the worst—often, the only place to sit down is a bed, so I’m basically just touching myself the entire time I’m in the room.
My first memories of masturbating are from when I was about 9 or ************. My mother would often catch me, and proceed to give me hell like no tomorrow. As a result, it’s something that’s always conjured a feeling of guilt. But it has always been something I could not stop myself from doing. When I saw a pretty girl on television with big tits and a great ass there was this fluid that escapes ,, a clear fluid which leaks from the tip of his penis., I would sneak away someplace I could lie down on my stomach and hump my hand. I even remember there being a period of time I was not allowed to go to sleep with the covers over me, because my mother knew once I was under those blankets, I’d start humping away. Being so young, I wouldn’t orgasm, and I didn’t even know what sex was—but I knew the feeling of being horny, and I knew touching myself down there felt good.
Likely because of my mother’s attitude towards self-pleasure when I was young, I still sometimes get an overwhelming wave of guilt after I make myself come. It’s not every time; it’s not even most of the time—I’d say once every hundred times I touch myself. It feels like a cloud of depression just comes over me, and it’s impossible to escape—I just ride through it, knowing it will pass soon. It usually only sticks around for ten seconds or so—never more than the thirteen it takes me to get horny again.
But what can I do ,, I Love to Masturbate .. I'm A Chronic Masturbator . Even After Having Sex With My Girlfriend ,, After She Turns Around & Goes To Sleep ,, I Masturbate A Load Of Cum On Her Ass ..
Definition chronic masturbation
Symptoms chronic masturbation
Chronic masturbator test
How do I know if I’m a chronic masturbator?
Nothing I type into the search engine bar seems to come up with a satisfactory result. Not even Yahoo Answers has anything for me—their closest link being I’m a chronic masturbator and I need to stop, help?!
It’s not like I want help. There are times when I’m expected to be somewhere, and I skip steps in getting ready so that I can masturbate a little longer. I’ll need to be at that somewhere by a certain time, and I lay in bed as the minutes turn into hours, making myself orgasm over and over, promising the universe “Just one more and I’ll be on my way,” only to make the same promise five minutes later. As each orgasm passes, I lose the chance to do my hair properly. . Sometimes, I devise an excuse about traffic and just plan on being late altogether. The process is very time-sensitive—I have exactly thirteen seconds after an orgasm to get up and shake it off before I get horny again. Thirteen seconds goes by pretty fast, so it’s a pretty demanding act, in terms of will. If procrasturbating were an Olympic sport, I’d be a fucking gold medalist. But like I said, I don’t need help—I’ve designed a system: I get ready an hour ahead of time so that I’m free to touch myself until the very last second, until I need to get on with my daily schedule. I take my shower , blow dry my hair, and get fully dressed (except for pants, which I take out of the drawer and leave at the foot of the bed) before I lie down, close my eyes, and start the cycle.
If not a full-on masturbation addict, I’m certainly an emotional masturbator. When I’m sad, happy, grouchy, or just bored, my hand automatically reaches down into my underwear and onto my cock. I can hardly be left alone for a few minutes on a comfortable piece of furniture without rubbing myself. Hotels are the worst—often, the only place to sit down is a bed, so I’m basically just touching myself the entire time I’m in the room.
My first memories of masturbating are from when I was about 9 or ************. My mother would often catch me, and proceed to give me hell like no tomorrow. As a result, it’s something that’s always conjured a feeling of guilt. But it has always been something I could not stop myself from doing. When I saw a pretty girl on television with big tits and a great ass there was this fluid that escapes ,, a clear fluid which leaks from the tip of his penis., I would sneak away someplace I could lie down on my stomach and hump my hand. I even remember there being a period of time I was not allowed to go to sleep with the covers over me, because my mother knew once I was under those blankets, I’d start humping away. Being so young, I wouldn’t orgasm, and I didn’t even know what sex was—but I knew the feeling of being horny, and I knew touching myself down there felt good.
Likely because of my mother’s attitude towards self-pleasure when I was young, I still sometimes get an overwhelming wave of guilt after I make myself come. It’s not every time; it’s not even most of the time—I’d say once every hundred times I touch myself. It feels like a cloud of depression just comes over me, and it’s impossible to escape—I just ride through it, knowing it will pass soon. It usually only sticks around for ten seconds or so—never more than the thirteen it takes me to get horny again.
But what can I do ,, I Love to Masturbate .. I'm A Chronic Masturbator . Even After Having Sex With My Girlfriend ,, After She Turns Around & Goes To Sleep ,, I Masturbate A Load Of Cum On Her Ass ..
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