Chasing the Dragon of Porn

Upon arriving into the first satges of web-based porn addiction there's so, so, so, so, much to see and develop a fancy for. There's hundreds of girls to 'meet' and thousands of pictures to get 'caught up on'. It's like doing drugs for the first few months until you become hooked and begin the downward spiral of enjoyment. Just can't get enough and it seems to last forever!!

For me, I developed a long list of favorite ladies and set about consuming everything out there I could find on them. More time spent here and more and more downloads gathered on the c-drive. It was a heavenly beginning and never looked to be lessening anytime soon.

Then it began...

My focus narrowed into pinpoint searches of the couple 'o dozen babes who fit my narrow 'perfect body' requirements. I've become blaze and not too interested in thin, blonde, fake-boob ladies who dominate the scene as the majority's 'perfect babe' selections(just a guess). This has eliminated about 77% of the content before me as "meh...whatever" and I've now reached a stage of impatience and wanting for new stuff on my favorite ladies. The well has dried up it seems - made worse by my focus on ass-shots and my complete disdain for 'too perfect' studio-lit and airbrushed images normally found in Playboy and other big money porn operations

I've become so narrow in what I like to look at these days, while at the same time I've become a one glance sniper who can pass over clicking on a mid-torso thumbnail because I know she's not what I'm looking for in under a few blinks. The sickest thing is my new skill in being able to identify a hot babe I know while looking at only 20% of her body in some thumbnail(like at petite teenager). When you're this crazed you can pick out a chick with just an ass or a set of boobs to look at...yikes!!

As my list of faves begins to dwindle due to the fact there hasn't been anything new in 2 months since I found everything on them, I've had to seek out new, un-known names in hopes of landing another prime favorite to discover and enjoy.

Jill Kelly, Raylene, and a few others who make up my faves list have been covered 100% and faded from my libido due to lack of fresh goods.

The new ones who have filled my tank and kept alive my porn addiction appetite - Eva Evangelina, Sativa Rose, and most recently, Ann Angel - are now in danger of becoming 'played' after continually binging on them strong for a few intense weeks of fresh discovery and appreciation.

Now I find myself coming here and begging for new stuff on the ladies I love, searching madly and clicking rapidly for any sign of C-drive quality 'keep forever' material. I'm like..."get workin and put out some new shoots FFS!!"...and the once search goldmines of great material have become near empty and running my engine on mere fumes and vapours.

This is in no way a slight against this sight or any other, and I would never see my 'homes for porn' at any fault for me drying them up with so many visits looking for a small number of perfect babes.

I used to be waaaaaay behind and the library was 100% un-read material of pure quality, but I've now reached a point where I'm pacing along the rows and looking under the shelves for something I may have missed. How many times have I resorted to binning volumes of my C-drive archive in order to find and enjoy them again(briefly) 3 or 4 months later?? :tongue:

My only cure is to take a lengthy break and cut my net connection to allow the new material to build up and be found long down the road(and probably be consumed within a two-week frenzy of total porn binging...lol) when I get off the wagon and choose porn again. Luckily I'm heading to Europe in October for a six-month football pilgrimmage and I'll have no hiding place to download porn with the total comfort and covert environment I enjoy as I type this.

I'll be OK my brothers and sisters...:rolleyes:
 
Well good luck to you, hope ur break is enjoyed and u come back fresh and have plenty more to download.
 
umm, this is just a thought.....have you considered one of those girlfriend things? I COMPLETELY understand the theory of diminishing returns, especially when it comes to porn, but nothing gets your mind off of it like the real live thing.
 
Whats this aboot, snortin coke
 
My addiction started when I was little boy In Grammar school. I always went by the very best rule. But evertime the bell would ring, you'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling.
 
Peter Gazinya said:
umm, this is just a thought.....have you considered one of those girlfriend things? I COMPLETELY understand the theory of diminishing returns, especially when it comes to porn, but nothing gets your mind off of it like the real live thing.

Iono man when I have sex with a chic and dont see her for a couple days I love sittin down and watchin a porn and remembering the things I did with the chic and being able to point out..."Oh I did that position, and the move and this and that!" hehe One of my favorite things ever! You are right in saying that this guy needs a girlfriend but I highly doubt it will effect his porn addiction....might as well be snortin coke for this guy...take a long break you need it buddy! And when your back Youll be so happy ya did!
 
Girlfriend???

My 18 years since puberty have been a 100% failure in landing a loving lady for me to enjoy. No one wants to hear another story of a doomed nice-guy loser who hasn't been down on the muffin and ain't seen nothing EVER, so I'll spare y'all any of my pathetic girl-chasing history and batting .000 average(the 1 home run I hit was with a total skank I'd rather leave off the back of my trading card).

I'm an out-of-contract heterosexual and my life-long contract with Team Freeones is just fine - even though it's Pure Warped Fantasy AAA League prestige.

No my brothers, I just thought I'd give you something to chuckle about which also carries to you players in the Sex Life Major Leagues a message from the over-looked and never-wanted ones like myself...

Enjoy yourselves and bang that ass for me!! When that pussy gets kinda old just remember the story of 'ol Ol-Skool-Perv and how pussy has avoided him like a plague since the first pubes appeared above his below-average and now sad, useless and wasted cock-and-balls!! Hahahahahaha!!!

Have a laugh because it's all I do!!!

(no coke here, just lots of BC Bud and MDMA :rolleyes: )
 
For someone so articulate, I'd think you could pick up some kind of satisfactory female companionship. Perhaps it's you penchant for herb & molly that's getting in the way?
 
Peter Gazinya said:
For someone so articulate, I'd think you could pick up some kind of satisfactory female companionship. Perhaps it's you penchant for herb & molly that's getting in the way?


Peter I agree. :D I'm of the persuasion that if this guy went out and wrote a book - he could do a best seller. Which in turn would translate into money. Which in turn would translate into pussy.

I gotta say, either one of these could go up for POTW
 
Peter Gazinya said:
For someone so articulate, I'd think you could pick up some kind of satisfactory female companionship. Perhaps it's you penchant for herb & molly that's getting in the way?

Ay. But I'm a picky SOB in terms of female inner beauty - if I'm not drawn to her mentallity, I ain't interested in the physical no matter what. Beggars can't be choosers but I'm always begging for unique, one-of-a-kind ladies who don't appear "single" for long until the next lad gets her. I just can't lower my standards and I will never "tag some lass along" for a ride when I really don't want ALL of her(like the way I get "played" as you'll read below).

As for my articulate credentials, let me expose to y'all what ALWAYS transpires with the ladies. Due to the empowering way I hit them in the head, they soon throw me into the dreaded "friend zone" and their loins remain un-moved by my so-so physical atributes. For a few agonising months I play their "emotional fluffer", and instead of demanding "do me now!!" I lock into a wuss role and "hope" they'll jump my body down the road. I torture myself in silent hope instead of following the rule that most guys use - "if she ain't fucked ya in the first month, she ain't ever gonna fuck ya!!"

I wish I could be more Alpha and ask for what I want before the "friend zone" takes hold, but this is what I am - a man lacking experience and confidence who allows the lady to have her cake and eat it too without a shade of my masculine might forcing her to choose all or nothing.

As fer the drugs, there's nothing of it when I'm spending time with one of my desired female targets. I have no reason or inkling to get ripped due to the un-matched narcotic effects of "feeling wanted" which I briefly experience for a few months(until I soon feel only "wanted as a friend" and then torture myself by ignoring what my heart tells me).

Believe me or not, but doing drugs isn't my way to feel normal(like true addicts) and they aren't what's keeping me down with the ladies(although I'm not ignorant to the damages such drug use has inflicted on my natural enjoyment of everyday life, and my self-worth).

As explained so eliquently in the master psychology of Team America, there's pussies(guys with small units who become nice guys out of fear of being discovered and ridiculed), dicks(guys with average - or greater - units, who are empowered by their size and maintain the dominant and confident male role) and assholes(guys with no units and no charm who'll crush anyone and anything endangering their faux Alpha images, and who don't give a fuck about anyone because they're the only ones who matter always)...and the pussies are just an inch or two short of being dicks. I concur!!

Before puberty, I was a complete asshole - good at everything(school, sports, etc.) that mattered at the time - and never worried about others' feelings or having to hide a "secret" of my imperfection. I was the "coolest kid" and never had to work for being so. Only an asshole yells at his friends for not being able to play sports like he can(as I used to do a lot...shame).

Then the pubes sprung up and suddenly I had a BIG SECRET to hide and worry about - damn it, my older bro was 'large' yet I watched in horror as my unit just sat there like it always had - the ladies would be laughing their tails off!!! My Alpha childhood died and my Nice Guy affliction began and transformed me into total puss guy forever. You may now be thinking "yeah right buddy" and tossing my analysis aside, but I'm 100% sure that my little secret played the lead role in shaping my "fear of a girl telling all the other girls" worst nightmares. Being a pussy is all about developing and refining the secondary attractors(sense of humour, kindness, listening ability, etc.) in a way that hopefully makes girls over-see your physical imperfections and secrets. Hopefully, when the naked time comes, they'll see nothing lacking and your inner beauty will be all that matters.

Yes, it's all in my fuckin head and "being myself" is the usual solution offered to me by sympathising voices. That's the problem...being myself is what I've been doing all along!! Dialing up confidence and self esteem after years of rejection and heart-break is an act I'm incapable of, yet all women require these rules of attraction after years of Cosmopolitan magazine brainwashing forming their male attribute desires.

I know exactly what women want - a good looking guy who makes them laugh, who listens to them, and who showers them with compliments and kindness - but I've learned that timing is the key.

A nice guy like me can be had without the monumental requirement ladies need to get what they desire...THE CHALLENGE!!!!! To change the man beast into a nice guy who attends their every whim is the LOVE WINNING FORMULA. I come along and blow them away early on and soon they're like..."this is kinda easy...I'm being a bitch and the guy's not playing the asshole?...why does he care for me without fondling my tits and ass?...why am I the only girl for him already?"

Present them with "all" they look for instantly and without presenting your cock in "take it or take off babe!!" ultimatum, leads to FRIEND ZONE death sentence where nice guys languish forever...like me. They want to be friends and you want them to go away and you get back to watching porn for further warping of your sexuality.

I wasn't going to deliver my sob-story but I felt it my duty to respond deeply and enlighten folk on what I've learned. I am the quintesential pussy and the only way I can blow it off and worry not is to write it all down and let y'all into the nightmare of my manhood. I'm all good 100% with this stuff and I hope most of y'all are now 100% enjoying my pains and experiences. Share the pain and share my laughter dudes!!! I'm really fucked in the head...hahahaha!!
 
So this is all because you have a small dick and Cosmo told women they need big dicks? Don't worry man, you'll come around. One day you'll tell a woman exactly want you want and you'll be surprised when she gives it to you.
 
When you go to Europe, hit on everything that moves, at the very least, none of them will want to be your friend! If you manage to get a few yeses, you'll build confidence to continue the same when you arrive home. Women don't want nice guys, they want assholes, I've seen it plenty of times. All those things they claim to want like sensitivity, compassion, sense of humor etc is bullshit 99% of the time.
I've been where you are, an intellectual whore (ref: www.intellectualwhores.com) to girls who would use me as a shoulder to cry on when the latest in a long line of assholes finally ditched them. I would have to listen to lines like "there's no decent guys anywhere" or, even better, "why can't I find a guy like you?"
I don't have the definitive answer, I found my wife by pure luck, but my best advice is this: maintain distance!!! The familiarity technique does not work!
Good luck in Europe.
 
Much respect fellas, much respect!!

Oh yeah, watch out Europe 'cause I will be free and havin the time of my life!! Tons of football matches and tons of places to take in...YEEEEESS!!!

(Oh I forgot to mention that I had another embarrassing secret afflicting me for 15 years strong - back zits, or bacne as I call it. Nothing like a dozen fat pimps adorning your backside week in, week out. :mad: :tongue:
It just stopped finally a few years ago - in my late twenties!!
:thefinger to my hormones which created the hell on my skin(not chocolate, not greasy food, not poor hygeine - like many non-suffering, healthy complexion, genetic lottery winning people suggested to me...like it was just that simple :thefinger )

Europe and football here I come!!!!

Thanks for listening mates and thanks for your good-natured replies

This thread is DONE!
 
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