But then an email from work reminded me that I have this weird superstitiousness about masturbation. I sometimes think and feel like if I jerk off it drains me of my vitality, thereby making me a punk and allowing the suckers a way to attack me in my weakness. This email was a first class stress-bomb delivered priority and timed perfectly with the advent of my weekend, and it kinda pissed me off.
So when Fifty followed his initial tweet with four more tweets that detailed his stop-jerking-off diet, I decided to take him up on his challenge.
Fifty’s tweets had followed what had been a binge for me. My little friend and I spent a fair amount of time together last week. It was a bit of a down moment at work. The wife and kids were away. And the house was mine alone. Search terms were utilized. Sites starting with “MILF” and “hot” were consulted. Pleasures were had. Repeated. And had again. I felt relaxed. A little drained.