The Truth |Why I Became a Celibate Male
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My first time
Bullshit. This was an obvious rip-off. After seventeen years of anticipation, a girl with the perfect peach granted me entrance into her vaginal forest. I played the role of Christopher Columbus, as I attempted to navigate through this queen’s uncharted territory.
Little did I know that sex would force my hand at playing different characters. Minutes later, I embodied the role of a priest as her orgasm suggested that she was having an exorcism. Sam and Dean would be proud.
Bite on her neck. Check
Grip her thighs. Check
Make her cum. Check
Let her suck the mike. Check
After her animated, extended orgasm, my nut would be the grand finale. However, nothing was grand about this nut. It only lasted five seconds and should have been left for the squirrels.
Later, I was glorified by my friends for banging this chick with the drumstick dick.
Despite my unconscious realization of how unfulfilling the male ejaculatory orgasm is, I played the role of a squirrel, chasing every nut I could.
Seeds of dysfunction: 10 years later
My attempt to leave her place was unsuccessful. I had been a bad boy and was being escorted to her bedroom to receive my pleasant punishment.
My pecker was no longer confined to the layers of my pants and was now going to roam freely through her vaginal wall. It was “go time” but for some reason, my penis took a “time-out.”
The result? No sex.
Because my damaged ego didn’t let me off the hook, I attempted to hook up with another woman.
The result? No sex.
How the fuck did I remain sexless in the face of two sexy women?
After years of excessive use(mostly by hand), my baby arm was officer was out of order.
Loading the cockpit
If my soldiers were ever going to shoot again, I’d have to load more ammo into the cockpit.
That’s when I got this crazy idea: twenty-one days of semen retention; an unlikely goal for a guy in a relationship who couldn’t go twenty-one hours without a nut. But hey, I like a good challenge.
But this one would be tough.
I was a legit professional pervert. After work, I’d often enter my apartment, take my jacket off, and then start jacking off before my ex-girlfriend returned from work.
She would be pretty upset if she knew that while she was punching the clock, I was working the coc.
What happened next shocked me
Did I reach twenty-one days? Damn right. Little did I know that the end of this streak would spark a new obsession of retaining my seed.
After the twenty-one-day mark, the increased testosterone produced a higher version of myself. Throughout the streak, I had unlimited access to energy, confidence, and boldness that peaked before my next ejaculation.
We broke up
After taking an RKO to the heart, I turned to semen retention for a shot at revival.
From then on it was no more poking the pussy or playing with the cozy coc on the cushy couch.
It was now time to escape the chains of mediocrity and roam freely on the lands of excellence. While doing so, I broke a few hearts.
Jayla Foxx, Trish Stratus, Kim Kardashian, and many of your favorite porn stars would all receive eviction notices and be officially kicked out of my imagination. With an abundance of perverts out there, I’m sure they found a new home in no time. No offense Kayne.
Booty and breast aren’t currency, and my semen isn’t for sale.
I’m from Louisiana, where the average woman can cook a spellbinding meal that will seduce you into a life sentence with her and suspend your judgment of her undesirable qualities. For some, women with high qualities seem limited, while big booties are infinite.
I’m not implying that physically attractive women lack desirable inner qualities. I’m implying that the booty to inner beauty ratio is so off because men give the booty permanent attention while only offering a temporary glance to inner qualities.
Where am I going with this?
Retaining my seed made me more attractive. Having a blind eye to women’s physical attributes kept my neck stiff and made me stand out in environments where men often rotate their necks three-hundred-sixty degrees to see a piece of ass that passed by.
To keep it simple, my actions communicated non-neediness and I was perceived as a man to who didn’t le anyone occupy his attention. This led to women intentionally attempting to get my attention. Maneuvers such as twerking in my face, standing next to me in the club, and displaying ass as bait to be served as an appetizer rather than a dessert.
Sorry, I’m celibate. I don’t buy appetizers and I haven’t eaten sweets in nearly two years. Nice ass, but I’ll pass.
Unlike most men, I think with my real brain and not with the one above the vain.
Many women are lovely, but sex is too risky. Since I have retained my seed, my confidence, attractiveness, mental state, self-concept, and physical energy have multiplied.
Bullshit? No
Notice how tired your man looks after sex (assuming that he ejaculated). After ejaculation, the male body immediately goes into recovery mode and induces the male to sleep.
The seed is valuable, and releasing the seed is costly. One cup of my semen is worth more than a gallon of gas.
I’m one-hundred percent convinced that if you want a high-quality woman, semen retention is the gateway to finding such. The act of retaining my seed forced me to turn away from sexual thoughts.
How did this affect my ability to prospect women? Well, I’ve nearly blinded my eyes to the physical attributes of women and looked at inner qualities with the intensity of a microscope.