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SWEET PORN ADDICTION - TRYING TO QUIT AND FAILING
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Maybe it's work, maybe it's a wife, maybe it's the hours you spend looking at Porn...jerking to Porn...thinking about Porn...living your life around Porn. But something conspires to say..."I'm done...No more." And you cancel your Porn accounts. You delete your Yahoo Messenger. You wipe your hard drive of its gigs and gigs of Porn. Maybe you even go so far as to get anti-Porn software...You are done. Finished. You revel in your newly won freedom. There is a bounce in your step. You reconnect with the world.
But Porn is there...
She's waiting...
Her deliciously, depraved tentacles are everywhere...
She knows what you really want...
Her eyes pull you to the magazines in the grocery aisle - and deep in your soul, you desperately suck in the skin, the curves, the shelved titties on display, the ass you see there.
At work, you feel her tug on your mind...the tight blouse, the pencil skirt, the panty lines...they are all there, reminding you of how wonderful it was to embrace Porn.
Her hands caress your mind and soul, pulling at them with every ad on every website. Every smiling model becomes a tempting whore...every tagline a plea to come back to where you belong...Porn.
And as Porn works her magic on you, you again see nothing but titties, asses, and pussies as you walk through the world. Every woman a cunt waiting to be exposed and fucked.
And then it begins. The visits to sports websites, where you eagerly eye **** the cheerleaders and gymnasts. Amazon visits find you drifting towards the lingerie. You find Facebook accounts devoted to asses and titties. And then Porn seals your fate...one night...one moment...You know all your old sites. Just one quick look...
And then you look, and Porn seals her perfect trap. That first ass crack, that first girl with a dick in her mouth, those images say, "welcome home, baby...welcome home, you pathetic stroker." And nothing is better than falling off the wagon. Nothing more fulfilling than opening those Porn accounts, spending that first money on Porn, diving back intoto the nastiest, most depraved Porn you can find. You pound that dick, muttering under your breath like a sacred chant to the goddess of Porn, "fuck yes...You fucking whore...God, fuck yes...look at that slut." Click, click, fap, fap, surf, surf, edge, edge.
And you realize, with clarity, that you are again trapped in the warmth of the insatiable, mind-twisting, soul sucking reality of Porn that you never should have left. Porn is life.
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Posted on : Jul 21, 2014
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Commented on Aug 2, 2014
RIGHT ON THE SPOT!
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Commented on Jul 25, 2014
Feh! Put this backsliding behind you.*
Sex is Life. Life is Sex.
Porn is a Way to Experience that Real Equality ever day. You do it with those Scenes in your imagination in which you enact all those Deep Forbidden Desires. You do it when you ask yourself all the Correct Questions when you scan those Objects of Desire you see/meet daily. You do it when you sit as you do here in-taking these Visual Delights at IF or elsewhere.
You commune with Life through these. To complete the communion, you MUST offer up your Sperma as often as possible to Life.
Commit yourself each time you begin stroking The Cock at even the barest thought of pretty bois & geils of all ages & their wonderful orifices. Commit to ALL THE WAY.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, pause-pause, stroke, stroke, stroke, pause-pause . . . . And when that moment starts to cum, with the ball-pressure building, your equally stroked nips hardening and super-sensitizing, stroke again and again, open your mouth and Ejaculate Verbal Affirmation as The Cock Head Ejaculates LIFE.
Then do it again.
* Or better re backsliding, slide into the preferred partner's anus as soon and then as often as you can.
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Commented on Jul 22, 2014
I learnt a long time ago that even if I feel I'm devoting too much time to wanking and that I should be getting other things done, that deleting my porn collection is not a good idea. It always results in spending hours looking on the net for those pics I got rid of that I so want to enjoy jerking off and cumming to again.
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Commented on Jul 21, 2014
I have been there; I am there now; I shall always be there. I look down below my keyboard. I see my engorged throbbing stinking penis naked between my splayed thighs and pelmeted by a T-shirt hem hitched above my belly. From my cock's hooded end dribbles the first precum of he night; hanging, glistening, and staining the cushions of my chair. I conjure in my mind's eye that which I am no longer permitted to see in image form (though texts are still there to boost the dream world of depravity.) I am lost in lust. I must cum.. I must spunk.. I must feel my arsehole dilate and my balls gather to shoot the magic cream and I fall back in ecstasy and think.. never again, never again.... or at least until my testicles are replenished with spunk.. or until later.. or sooner.. or even, again, now if my imaginary young boyfriend gets between my buttocks and works the magic of his tongue on my shuddering sphincter; holds my fleshy shaved penis in his fingers and receives the benediction of my stinking semen.
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Commented on Jul 21, 2014
Damn, you hit the nail on the head!
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