Viv
Revengecel
- Nov 30, 2020
- 54
I was at the train station and keep in mind that it was crowded. I was standing near the doorway for a few minutes and then suddenly, I felt something in my left arm, it was soft and pointy. I then looked to my left and I saw a very petite girl with medium-sized breasts and very visible nipples, I immediately got a rock hard boner. when I got home, I laid down on my bed and tried to relive the moment when I felt the boob of a hot girl. I was using all my focus to attempt to get a hands free orgasm and it was a success! I ejaculated but the orgasm was disappointing, it was weak, I needed to fap my dick to compensate for the disappointing orgasm, I can't help myself but I did it anyway. guess what, it made no difference, the orgasm was still weak but slightly stronger and I was so mad at myself, I just can't believe that I wasted 125 days of nofapping for a stupid urge that just ended up in a stupid orgasm, I felt so stupid, I hate myself.
also confession: I did hands free orgasm intentionally for 10x during the period of 125 days of nofapping (I didn't used visual/audio stimulation, it was mere imagination), though I didn't counted it as relapse, I thought that was a way to bypass to system because it doesn't really involve touching of your dick to orgasm, you use your mind instead to orgasm. I did it whenever I feel like I need an outlet for my insane sex drive.
This is actually what didn't happen but it was close to this, I just painted the story like this out of fear of getting so much backlash, the story itself is much more embarrassing, it involved JB, groping, and major suicide fuel.
Should I tell the real story?
also confession: I did hands free orgasm intentionally for 10x during the period of 125 days of nofapping (I didn't used visual/audio stimulation, it was mere imagination), though I didn't counted it as relapse, I thought that was a way to bypass to system because it doesn't really involve touching of your dick to orgasm, you use your mind instead to orgasm. I did it whenever I feel like I need an outlet for my insane sex drive.
This is actually what didn't happen but it was close to this, I just painted the story like this out of fear of getting so much backlash, the story itself is much more embarrassing, it involved JB, groping, and major suicide fuel.
Should I tell the real story?