30 DAYS WITHOUT MASTURBATING .. <<< FAILE
Not Masturbating Difficulty Sca8
1 - oh, masturbation
2 -i guess that could be fun
3 - sounds really cool, but i'm busy
4 - man, must be nice to be able to masturbate
5 - i would really rather not be not masturbating
6 - i'm a fucking idiot
7 - why on God's green earth am i doing this to myself?
8 - i need to explode ASAP
9 - my penis is sending death threats to my brain
10 - i want to put my semen in everything
Day 1
Day 1 was quite easy. Like a New Year's Resolutions in January, I was so filled with purpose that I breezed through the day without significant temptation. I did hear a hip-hop song with the lyric "grab his business," which reminded me of the experiment and led to ever so slight arousal.
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 2
Today was slightly more difficult, but still easy. My usual masturbation cadence of everyday , so I didn't expect the first few to be too challenging. I was reading the Third Edition of J.M. Roberts' "History of the World" since I was thinking it would take my mind off my girlfriends sweet pussy ,sexy little bum & nice big (o)(o)'s, and $4 seemed like a bargain for the written record of mankind. Turns out that history involves a lot of sex, so my experiment was slightly threatened.(( Starting To Feel A Little Pain In My Balls ))
Difficult Rating: 3
Day 3
I snapped a photo of a passage in "History of the World" I liked, which reminded me that I had done the same yesterday with a passage that aroused me, and remembering that arousal aroused me. I then wrote this down in an iPhone note, and writing the word "excited" excited me.
Around lunchtime, I recalled the experiment in a rational way, not a sexual one. I made a note of this in my phone, but when I wrote the word "sexual," it aroused me.
It was a very meta-masturbatory day.(( Pain Getting A Little More Then Day Before but Learn To Live With It ))
Difficult Rating: 5
Day 4
Nothing to note. A surprisingly easy day squeezed in between two difficult ones.(( My Last Note About My Ball , Pain Increases More & More As Days Go By ,, It's Yelling At My Brain ,, RELEASE RELEASE ...
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 5
Today, I considered quitting. I questioned why I was doing it, depriving myself of this tiny joy, and started to envision what quitting after 5 days or 7 days would look like. But I did not fail. I courageously pressed on.
Difficult Rating: 8
Day 6
I started to put together the structure of this piece, converting iPhone notes to the words above. The very act of writing about NOT masturbating caused me to think A LOT about masturbating. I began to bargain with myself and consider loopholes in my experiment. Does "not masturbating" mean "not orgasming," so am I permitted to touch myself just not to completion? Or is that somehow crueler to my body? Is it playing with fire, or does it reveal the strength of my will? Is looking at sexy photos (( & I had many nude pics of my girlfriend on my iPhone ,,,-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- itself a sort of masturbation? Wikipedia laid down the law:
Masturbation: a definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
I wonder if this experiment would be easier if I wasn't writing about it.
Difficult Rating: 4
Day 7
The hardest part about not masturbating on Day 7 was whenever I talked to a girl I had to censure myself from saying, "I want to put my penis inside you."
I felt in profound physical pain, not just in or near my penis and testes, but in and around my entire stomach and gut. In a moment of weakness, I considered giving up.
"A week of not masturbating is an achievement!" Penis said to Brain. "If someone can do something for a week, that's a long time!" "It is an achievement," Brain conceded, "but it's not the achievement you set out to achieve." "Fuck you, Brain," Penis cursed.
Caught in between my bickering penis and brain, I survived, the sun set, and the experiment carried on.
Difficult Rating: 10
Day 8
During a particularly trying moment, I sexually stimulating my genitals but did not approach the point of orgasm (to use Wikipedia's sterile lexicon). By many metrics, this might be masturbation, but for the sake of our experiment, we'll continue on and simply not do this again.
Masturbation: A revised definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, [DELETE: usually] to the point of orgasm.
Difficult Rating: 7 ,,, Was Very Horny ,, No Sleep That Night At All
Day 9
Very Hot Day , Went To The Beach ((( BIG MISTAKE ))) ,, , 2 piece bikini's as far as the eyes could see ,, beautiful girls ,, Short Girls , Tall Girls , Big Size Boobs ,Normal Size BOOBS , Little Size Boobs , Perky Tits , Normal Tits , Saggy Size Tits , Little Bums , Normal Bums , Big Bums , Blonde Hair , Red Hair , Black Hair , Very Very Skinny Girls With Little Tits ,,((( Bigger Girl Laying On A Blanket & Half Her Pussy Lips Were In Plain Site ,, I Was Dripping But Now Starting To Flow Precum Very Very Heavy ))) Very Very Skinny Girls With Big Tits , Normal Size With Every Size Tits You Could Imagine , << YOU NAME IT ,, THEY WERE THERE >> I Had To Go In The Water For A Second Because I See A Very Very Big Round Spot On The Front Of My Shorts Because The Precum Wasn't Dripping ,, It Was Flowing Very Very Heavy ,, Before I Went In The Water I Could Feel & See The Precum Flowing Over My Knees , 1 Little Touch Of My Cock & I Would Have Blew A Very Very Intense Load & It Took Everything I Had Not To Cum ,,
A girl screamed from the nearby """" Would Someone Mind Taking Some Pictures Of Us """" They were about to ask someone much closer, but I ran towards at full speed. My sprint was fueled by lust and by not masturbating for 9 days. I reached them and she handed over her phone very sexy Blonds With A Perfect Body , Nice Very Sexy Perky Boobs & A Very Slinky 2 Piece Bikini & You Could See Her Nipples Pointing Out Of Both Cups ,, I Could Feel A Big Shot Of Precum Shoot Out So Hard It Actually Hurt Like Very Bad Pain , I Needed Release Sooooooooo Badly Even The Walking & The Rubbing Of My Shorts Was Ready To Make Me Cum , I Have Never Ever Been As Horny As I Was On That Beach Surrounded By Thousands Of BUM'S ,PUSSIES & 1,000's Of (o)(o)'s
"It's on SnapChat," She said. I remembered deleting SnapChat 2 years ago when I decided it was dumb, How old was She? 24? 25? , yet her skin looked so soft and sunkissed. She took back the phone and adjusted it from SnapChat to Camera. In hindsight, I should have used this opportunity to steal a glance of his Boobs. I snapped the photo and returned the camera, delighted by my bravery and embarrassed by my hardcore crushing on a taken stranger.
In some alternate reality, she pressed the small of my back, kissed me on the cheek, , asked me questions about the Canada., and walked with me along the beach to her car while the wind ran through her blonde hair.
I didn't masturbate on Day 9. But the experiment seemed to backfire. I wasn't becoming more attractive to other people, they were becoming more attractive to me.
Difficult Rating: 8 ,, Again ,, No Sleep That Night At All , Very Horny ----------
Day 10
The culprit that ruined my experiment came in the night, and so did I. While dreaming of the blonde with the big nipples & the bigger girl with half a pussy in plain site my brain convinced my penis that it could create an offspring with someone in my dream. My boxers, and my experiment, was ruined.
Masturbation: A revised, revised definition.
Masturbation is the conscious sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
After a few cold beers later that day, I reasoned that if I had a wet dream, I might as well masturbate, too. I've already expelled what had been marinating in my balls for 10 days (is that how biology works), so whatever benefit I was to reap in terms of heightened creativity was gone. I might as well enjoy myself and pick back up tomorrow.
After I did, I felt empty.
Not only in my testicles, but cosmically empty, tired, done. My experiment was over, and the release was not any more satisfying than a regular Saturday morning hungover rubbing. I had been holding onto my purpose, and now it was gone.
Which purpose was stronger: my biological purpose to orgasm and potentially create an genetic heir, or my higher purpose to not orgasm and complete the experiment? Biology had come like a thief in the night while my rational brain was out, but I jumped at the first excuse to call it quits. Was my a****l instinct more powerful than my human will?
Difficult Rating: 0
8-
Day 8-11
I m8-asturbated again. The experiment was definitely over.
Difficulty Rating: 0
Conclusion: 9 days
In the end, I managed to not masturbate for 9 days, which sounds more like an accident than an accomplishment. My failure is both scary and silly: scary since I have discovered that my body is dependent on a specific cadence of orgasm, and silly since masturbating is good, clean, harmless fun, ya'll. This experiment was like giving up Slip 'N' Slides for 30 days.
In terms of the two initial reasons I set out - logistical and creative - the experiment did shed some light. Logistically, it was a breeze. Creatively, I didn't feel more productive. If anything, not masturbating and documenting not masturbating came (pun intended) to occupy more of my brain space. If my goal were to minimize the amount of time spent thinking about masturbating, I failed. It would have been easier to work with my given urges, masturbate, and move on, rather than fight against my hardwired nature.
My Women Friends ,, who all asked, "Why?" also never followed up, like you would with someone on a 30-day clean eating challenge. Why? Masturbation is rarely a conversation topic, whether out of shame or to keep a thing private we by definition share only with ourselves. Did hearing I was attempting to not do it make other people question why they do it, like getting lunch with a 8-vegetarian or going to H&M with a sweatshop activist? Did it remind them how dependent they are on masturbation, that despite Chaucer and history and Einstein and opera, we're no better than a dog in heat? Or was it just good ol' American shame baked into our being like apple pie? Or a desire in our increasingly tracked and cookied world, to keep a private secret to ourselves? What will reading a masturbatory story about a man trying not to masturbate and failing make you feel?
Further studies must be conducted.
1 - oh, masturbation
2 -i guess that could be fun
3 - sounds really cool, but i'm busy
4 - man, must be nice to be able to masturbate
5 - i would really rather not be not masturbating
6 - i'm a fucking idiot
7 - why on God's green earth am i doing this to myself?
8 - i need to explode ASAP
9 - my penis is sending death threats to my brain
10 - i want to put my semen in everything
Day 1
Day 1 was quite easy. Like a New Year's Resolutions in January, I was so filled with purpose that I breezed through the day without significant temptation. I did hear a hip-hop song with the lyric "grab his business," which reminded me of the experiment and led to ever so slight arousal.
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 2
Today was slightly more difficult, but still easy. My usual masturbation cadence of everyday , so I didn't expect the first few to be too challenging. I was reading the Third Edition of J.M. Roberts' "History of the World" since I was thinking it would take my mind off my girlfriends sweet pussy ,sexy little bum & nice big (o)(o)'s, and $4 seemed like a bargain for the written record of mankind. Turns out that history involves a lot of sex, so my experiment was slightly threatened.(( Starting To Feel A Little Pain In My Balls ))
Difficult Rating: 3
Day 3
I snapped a photo of a passage in "History of the World" I liked, which reminded me that I had done the same yesterday with a passage that aroused me, and remembering that arousal aroused me. I then wrote this down in an iPhone note, and writing the word "excited" excited me.
Around lunchtime, I recalled the experiment in a rational way, not a sexual one. I made a note of this in my phone, but when I wrote the word "sexual," it aroused me.
It was a very meta-masturbatory day.(( Pain Getting A Little More Then Day Before but Learn To Live With It ))
Difficult Rating: 5
Day 4
Nothing to note. A surprisingly easy day squeezed in between two difficult ones.(( My Last Note About My Ball , Pain Increases More & More As Days Go By ,, It's Yelling At My Brain ,, RELEASE RELEASE ...
Difficult Rating: 2
Day 5
Today, I considered quitting. I questioned why I was doing it, depriving myself of this tiny joy, and started to envision what quitting after 5 days or 7 days would look like. But I did not fail. I courageously pressed on.
Difficult Rating: 8
Day 6
I started to put together the structure of this piece, converting iPhone notes to the words above. The very act of writing about NOT masturbating caused me to think A LOT about masturbating. I began to bargain with myself and consider loopholes in my experiment. Does "not masturbating" mean "not orgasming," so am I permitted to touch myself just not to completion? Or is that somehow crueler to my body? Is it playing with fire, or does it reveal the strength of my will? Is looking at sexy photos (( & I had many nude pics of my girlfriend on my iPhone ,,,-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- itself a sort of masturbation? Wikipedia laid down the law:
Masturbation: a definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
I wonder if this experiment would be easier if I wasn't writing about it.
Difficult Rating: 4
Day 7
The hardest part about not masturbating on Day 7 was whenever I talked to a girl I had to censure myself from saying, "I want to put my penis inside you."
I felt in profound physical pain, not just in or near my penis and testes, but in and around my entire stomach and gut. In a moment of weakness, I considered giving up.
"A week of not masturbating is an achievement!" Penis said to Brain. "If someone can do something for a week, that's a long time!" "It is an achievement," Brain conceded, "but it's not the achievement you set out to achieve." "Fuck you, Brain," Penis cursed.
Caught in between my bickering penis and brain, I survived, the sun set, and the experiment carried on.
Difficult Rating: 10
Day 8
During a particularly trying moment, I sexually stimulating my genitals but did not approach the point of orgasm (to use Wikipedia's sterile lexicon). By many metrics, this might be masturbation, but for the sake of our experiment, we'll continue on and simply not do this again.
Masturbation: A revised definition.
Masturbation is the sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, [DELETE: usually] to the point of orgasm.
Difficult Rating: 7 ,,, Was Very Horny ,, No Sleep That Night At All
Day 9
Very Hot Day , Went To The Beach ((( BIG MISTAKE ))) ,, , 2 piece bikini's as far as the eyes could see ,, beautiful girls ,, Short Girls , Tall Girls , Big Size Boobs ,Normal Size BOOBS , Little Size Boobs , Perky Tits , Normal Tits , Saggy Size Tits , Little Bums , Normal Bums , Big Bums , Blonde Hair , Red Hair , Black Hair , Very Very Skinny Girls With Little Tits ,,((( Bigger Girl Laying On A Blanket & Half Her Pussy Lips Were In Plain Site ,, I Was Dripping But Now Starting To Flow Precum Very Very Heavy ))) Very Very Skinny Girls With Big Tits , Normal Size With Every Size Tits You Could Imagine , << YOU NAME IT ,, THEY WERE THERE >> I Had To Go In The Water For A Second Because I See A Very Very Big Round Spot On The Front Of My Shorts Because The Precum Wasn't Dripping ,, It Was Flowing Very Very Heavy ,, Before I Went In The Water I Could Feel & See The Precum Flowing Over My Knees , 1 Little Touch Of My Cock & I Would Have Blew A Very Very Intense Load & It Took Everything I Had Not To Cum ,,
A girl screamed from the nearby """" Would Someone Mind Taking Some Pictures Of Us """" They were about to ask someone much closer, but I ran towards at full speed. My sprint was fueled by lust and by not masturbating for 9 days. I reached them and she handed over her phone very sexy Blonds With A Perfect Body , Nice Very Sexy Perky Boobs & A Very Slinky 2 Piece Bikini & You Could See Her Nipples Pointing Out Of Both Cups ,, I Could Feel A Big Shot Of Precum Shoot Out So Hard It Actually Hurt Like Very Bad Pain , I Needed Release Sooooooooo Badly Even The Walking & The Rubbing Of My Shorts Was Ready To Make Me Cum , I Have Never Ever Been As Horny As I Was On That Beach Surrounded By Thousands Of BUM'S ,PUSSIES & 1,000's Of (o)(o)'s
"It's on SnapChat," She said. I remembered deleting SnapChat 2 years ago when I decided it was dumb, How old was She? 24? 25? , yet her skin looked so soft and sunkissed. She took back the phone and adjusted it from SnapChat to Camera. In hindsight, I should have used this opportunity to steal a glance of his Boobs. I snapped the photo and returned the camera, delighted by my bravery and embarrassed by my hardcore crushing on a taken stranger.
In some alternate reality, she pressed the small of my back, kissed me on the cheek, , asked me questions about the Canada., and walked with me along the beach to her car while the wind ran through her blonde hair.
I didn't masturbate on Day 9. But the experiment seemed to backfire. I wasn't becoming more attractive to other people, they were becoming more attractive to me.
Difficult Rating: 8 ,, Again ,, No Sleep That Night At All , Very Horny ----------
Day 10
The culprit that ruined my experiment came in the night, and so did I. While dreaming of the blonde with the big nipples & the bigger girl with half a pussy in plain site my brain convinced my penis that it could create an offspring with someone in my dream. My boxers, and my experiment, was ruined.
Masturbation: A revised, revised definition.
Masturbation is the conscious sexual stimulation of one's own genitals for sexual arousal or other sexual pleasure, usually to the point of orgasm.
After a few cold beers later that day, I reasoned that if I had a wet dream, I might as well masturbate, too. I've already expelled what had been marinating in my balls for 10 days (is that how biology works), so whatever benefit I was to reap in terms of heightened creativity was gone. I might as well enjoy myself and pick back up tomorrow.
After I did, I felt empty.
Not only in my testicles, but cosmically empty, tired, done. My experiment was over, and the release was not any more satisfying than a regular Saturday morning hungover rubbing. I had been holding onto my purpose, and now it was gone.
Which purpose was stronger: my biological purpose to orgasm and potentially create an genetic heir, or my higher purpose to not orgasm and complete the experiment? Biology had come like a thief in the night while my rational brain was out, but I jumped at the first excuse to call it quits. Was my a****l instinct more powerful than my human will?
Difficult Rating: 0
8-
Day 8-11
I m8-asturbated again. The experiment was definitely over.
Difficulty Rating: 0
Conclusion: 9 days
In the end, I managed to not masturbate for 9 days, which sounds more like an accident than an accomplishment. My failure is both scary and silly: scary since I have discovered that my body is dependent on a specific cadence of orgasm, and silly since masturbating is good, clean, harmless fun, ya'll. This experiment was like giving up Slip 'N' Slides for 30 days.
In terms of the two initial reasons I set out - logistical and creative - the experiment did shed some light. Logistically, it was a breeze. Creatively, I didn't feel more productive. If anything, not masturbating and documenting not masturbating came (pun intended) to occupy more of my brain space. If my goal were to minimize the amount of time spent thinking about masturbating, I failed. It would have been easier to work with my given urges, masturbate, and move on, rather than fight against my hardwired nature.
My Women Friends ,, who all asked, "Why?" also never followed up, like you would with someone on a 30-day clean eating challenge. Why? Masturbation is rarely a conversation topic, whether out of shame or to keep a thing private we by definition share only with ourselves. Did hearing I was attempting to not do it make other people question why they do it, like getting lunch with a 8-vegetarian or going to H&M with a sweatshop activist? Did it remind them how dependent they are on masturbation, that despite Chaucer and history and Einstein and opera, we're no better than a dog in heat? Or was it just good ol' American shame baked into our being like apple pie? Or a desire in our increasingly tracked and cookied world, to keep a private secret to ourselves? What will reading a masturbatory story about a man trying not to masturbate and failing make you feel?
Further studies must be conducted.
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