When I was younger, ejaculation would more or less clear my mind and allow me to do something other than masturbate for the rest of the day. But that’s no longer the case. Even after ejaculating, my penis still gives me pleasure when I stroke it, and I find myself masturbating for entire afternoons, my penis in a semi-erect state until the next erection. In other words, my body and mind set no limits on the duration of my sessions, as if masturbation were the normal state of being. I’ve come to view any other activity as an obstacle to the natural flow of my existence. This annoys me greatly, but at the same time, this realization excites me.

I'm almost 60 years old, and I've done a lot of things in my life. But I have to admit that masturbating is something special, something I never tire of, and which, on the contrary, gives me endless pleasure. So much so that I can't imagine my life without masturbation. I masturbate a lot—several hours a day—and far from considering it a waste of time, I am immensely happy. In fact, I am masturbating right now, at my desk, at “work.”