So my journey into the world of fapping and the dangers of porn really started in the Royal Marines, surrounded day and night by a bunch of hairy-assed blokes and locked up most weekend with no access to the fairer species, porn became a necessity to survive.
It was part of the daily routine, get up, get in the shower have a wank (as you were’t getting any, any other way) and start the day…I remember once having to stand guard duty for 4 hours, before leaving to my post my commanding officer handed me a few porno mags and advised me the best way to stay awake was to see how long I could tug one off for without blowing my load…I managed an hour and a half!
Needless to say when I left the Marines this habit stayed with me.
Now I’ve always been obsessed about health and pretty good with the girls so when I started suffering hydraulic issues I just put it down to not being turned on enough by the ladies. However after months became years and the problem got worse and worse I could no longer chalk this up to being their fault anymore. (And I don’t think I’d ever really believed this it was just a handy excuse to blame it on external factors rather than asking the hard questions)
When it reached a point when I could literally not get an erection in front of girls who drove me wild, I knew there was a problem.
I slowly started shrinking inside. I felt like a failure, like a half man, I even realistically considered becoming a monk…though I’ve never had any religious out goings…it just seemed a good way to not have to face the shame of my disability.
I saw NLP experts, I took copious amounts of Viagra, hell I even considered hugely expensive surgery (thank god I couldn’t afford them as I would have gone through with them as well.)
In the end I simply decided to never have sex again and leave it at that. Girls were too much hassle anyway I told myself. And so I did for several years…total abstinence. After all I had my online girls, they were my solace in the wake of the loss of human flesh, they didn’t answer back and I didn’t have to remember their birthdays.
Then I came across “Your Brain on Porn.” I read it, I re read it, I visited the website and read about other mens stories…I didn’t believe, it.
I had a real problem, not like these lucky buggers who could just give up porn and hey presto…
My problem wasn’t that easy to fix.
But after several torturous lonely months I thought, “what the hell it can’t hurt to try.”
So I did…
A month later I woke up with my first morning glory in about 7 years.
And they kept coming.
I tentatively rang up a few old “friends” and invited them for dinner…
I had normal sex without hydraulic issues. In fact I had some of the strongest erections of my life.
I wasn’t having to think of any NLP mind tricks, I wasn’t having to concentrate or distract myself to get it up. My penis had a mind of its own and it wanted to make up for lost time…I couldn’t control it, but in the way I wanted, it sprung to attention like I was 16 years old again.
Since that day I haven’t so much as watched an online video or flicked through a porn mag.
But the results go so far beyond simple hydraulic issues. Massively improved mental clarity, a huge amount more drive and willingness to engage in the world, seeing in technicolor rather than black and white and a lust for life itself that I just hadn’t had all those years of fapping.
Hope that helps!
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