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Tales of a Chronic Gooner
I used to be a chronic gooner, not just a causal “Scroll before bed” guy. I mean a strategic gooner. I would mark days on the calendar like I was training for olympics, going on 3 week celibacy streak just to build up the “material” and then setting aside an entire weekend just to shoot up my room with ropes.
I’d have snacks, water, a dark room, and honestly I’d even burn incense or scented candles to make my degeneracy aromatherapeutic
The intensity was something else, So naturally I wanted it take it to the next level and I introduced breath play. Right at the climax I’d hold my breath for at least 10 seconds. Let me tell you the orgasms were so insanely intense that I briefly saw my ancestors. One time I booked a suite at the Sarova Stanley alone just to goon in style.
But there was a downside, I genuinely felt like I didn’t need a woman at all anymore, I had become this terrifying self-sufficient nuclear reactor running on its own waste.
Thank God I eventually freed myself from those shackles. And now that I’m broke, I look back at that Sarova booking & feel very stupid.
Anyone else who has been in such a dark place before?
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