The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 20+ girls

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  1. Journey to Freedom

    Journey to Freedom Vincere est Vivere

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    There's isn't too much of a deeper meaning, I was just curious as to what guys would choose
     
  2. ModusVivendi

    ModusVivendi New Member

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Just read that long ass foodbro story. I don't regret having not experienced the whole roomate thing: didn't before, and won't in the future, pretty sure.
     
  3. hogus

    hogus Well-Known Member

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Girl - 18
    Kitchen - 6
    Gym - 5
    Hygiene - 3
    Medical care - 2

    Pretty easy tbh.
    Does sort of have a deeper meaning, with a properly varied list it's a good way of seeing where people's priorities are.
     
  4. JDoe

    JDoe No amount of pixels is ever gonna love you back...

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Easy.
    Keep your 10 million; I'm not trading a decade of my life for any of that shit.
    Dead serious. :)
     
  5. TheUnderdog

    TheUnderdog Active Member Staff Member

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    You're being forced to.
     
  6. TheUnderdog

    TheUnderdog Active Member Staff Member

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    WTF.

    Easiest game ever, seriously.

    I would take 35 points and $5 million.

    Stunningly attractive girl (18 points) = Do I really have to explain this?
    Workout room (5 points) = To be in shape, healthy, get the blood flowing, etc.
    Full kitchen (6 points) = To spend time cooking and learning how to prepare great meals.
    Medical care (2 points) = In case we get sick. It's important.
    All movies and TV shows (4 points) * = Leisure time. To watch them while cuddling with the girl.

    * if this doesn't include the TV then I'll take the library with books
     
  7. breakingfree

    breakingfree Guest

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    I want to change mine!! I actually spent a long time thinking about this, like 30 minutes. This is my final decision:

    Girl - 18 (will get lonely)
    Kitchen - 6 (we can cook together and learning recipes will be fun :))
    hygiene products - 3 (10 years is a long time)
    best medical care - 3 (10 years is a long time)
    Gym!! - 5 ( batting cage and basketball court plus weights? We can get in great shape by the time we get out!)
     
  8. TheUnderdog

    TheUnderdog Active Member Staff Member

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Yeah yeah!!

    It's so obvious!!

    How can anyone choose Internet or booze or drugs?? Seriously.
     
  9. breakingfree

    breakingfree Guest

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    I'm dying between hygiene and tv/movies. I mean, hygiene is an important consideration. There was no mention of even soap in the description of stuff that comes with the basement.

    This is the question from hell.
     
  10. TheUnderdog

    TheUnderdog Active Member Staff Member

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Well if there's no soap then I would pick hygiene as well and my list would look the same as yours.
     
  11. JDoe

    JDoe No amount of pixels is ever gonna love you back...

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Ah...good point. Guess I missed that detail. ::)
     
  12. Laurynas

    Laurynas 300 Days+ Experienced.

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    But some rules are meant to be broken. :p

    I'll be different.
    35 points:

    Kitchen - 6 (cooking/learning new recipes)
    Sunlight - 2 (vitamin D, and anyway - seeing the sky and the stars at night)
    Music system - 4 (music is awesome itself and it's a major component for dancing)
    Cell phone - 3 (calling friends/girl over) - no one said you can't invite anyone or have someone live with you. :p
    Hygiene - 3 (well, quite obvious, to stay fresh)
    Garden with greenhouse - 2 (fresh air plus greenies)
    Puppy - 6 (closest friend)
    Library - 4 (various books to read on various topics - dancing/working out/puppy training and much more)
    Gym, court etc - 5 (working out/playing/having fun)
     
  13. Journey to Freedom

    Journey to Freedom Vincere est Vivere

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [273+ days]

    Remember the scene in Fight Club where Tyler Durden puts a gun to Raymond K Hessel's head in order to make him appreciate his life by bringing him closer to death?

    I now know who's ideas inspired the scene

    [​IMG]
     
  14. Journey to Freedom

    Journey to Freedom Vincere est Vivere

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Those who are fueled by sex, drugs and rock n' roll ;)

    Only referring to the booze and drugs, I can easily live without the internet ;D
     
  15. Journey to Freedom

    Journey to Freedom Vincere est Vivere

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [272+ days]

    Haha, I'm pretty sure the girl is in very good shape to begin with. ;)
     
  16. Journey to Freedom

    Journey to Freedom Vincere est Vivere

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [274+ days]

    http://www.salon.com/2013/01/13/did_porn_warp_me_forever/

    It was the era of Kazaa and we knew no better. Among my group of male friends at my austere private elementary school, watching, discussing and even sharing pornography became a sexual outlet. With the ease of downloading, we would burn CDs and swap them in school with “clever” titles taken from some album with a vague penis reference (like Will Smith’s ignominious “Big Willie Style”). That way, we could talk about porn in public, asking each other on field trips, “What did you think of that new Craig David CD I burned for you?” The “inside joke” rose to evil middle-school comic genius when other students bought the actual music albums to get in on the trend. It was a typical preteen hijink, except that the images on those CDs were far more raw than the traditional Playboy pin-up.

    Both of my parents were shrinks, and even though I was generally comfortable talking about sex in my household, porn — especially the porn I was watching — just had to be taboo. It was inexplicably gross, divorced from the concept of sex as it had been explained to me. If sex was a man inserting his penis into a woman’s vagina, then how did girls drinking cum out of champagne glasses fit into that picture? Because of its unspeakable nature, Internet porn became inextricably linked with the anxiety of being caught.

    I would sneak downstairs to the family computer once the house was dark. As I would settle into the polyester-cotton seat of the swivel chair and open a browser, my heart would thump with a mix of thrill and shame, my ears perked for any reason to abort my mission — zip, pull and dart with an excuse ready about checking the weather for tomorrow. (An excuse that worked more than once. I was a tidy kid). The terror and guilt would only be overridden with lust once the videos began to stream. It was an addict’s high, a high-stakes heist for sexual pleasure — an association that would not soon recede in my primal brain.

    I distinctly remember the first time I ejaculated. Even back then it felt weirdly insidious — an innocent, exuberant, almost ancient moment of sexual development, stained with the futuristic debasement of a flashing screen. I leapt up from the chair at the family computer and bounded upstairs to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror, truly proud that I could now fulfill my procreative proclivities, and raised my arms and said out loud to myself, “I can be a dad.”

    When I was 13, we moved to a new house with a lock on the computer room door. I was still cautious, but a few times I had my pants down when I heard the clicking of someone jiggling the locked doorknob.

    Were you watching pornography?

    No.

    We checked the history, and there were porn sites on it.

    Must be a virus.

    It’s an impasse that many parents and children have known. It’s not just that it’s embarrassing, it’s paralyzing — no one knows how or exactly why to move forward. What, you want me to admit that I was watching porn? What does that do? Am I supposed to be ashamed of this? Do you expect me to stop? Everyone I know is doing this!

    * * *

    Those of you who’ve browsed youporn.com or redtube.com or any other porn site know the set up. The sidebar will list the categories: Mature, Hentai, S&M, gangbang, foot fetish, redhead. Under each category there are pictures and videos (but c’mon, who would look at pictures when there are videos?), and with a fast enough Internet connection, you can skip to your favorite part of a video and move on to another.

    Lesbian kissing *click* blow job *click* cum shot *click* threesome *click* orgy

    With a teenage sex drive only inhibited by a vague shame, I quickly fell down a “kink spiral.” After all, we’re talking about reaching climax — when the overriding thought is often just “more!” The unknown, the unseen, was sexy to me, and I pursued novelty with vigor.

    I found myself rapidly desensitized to online images. If a threesome was kinky last week, then I’d need something wilder this week. To reach climax, I had to find that same toxic mix of shame and lust.

    By my sophomore year in high school I felt torn. Even though I was fairly certain that most guys my age were regular porn watchers, I felt ashamed about the type of porn that I was watching (not something that even the son of psychotherapists was eager to share with friends).

    In English class, we were reading “The Scarlet Letter” and the teacher told us to write down a secret that we would never want anyone to know. I scribbled down, “I’ve watched cartoon porn.” (Actually, I was so frightened of discovery that I wrote it in code). And I had. And MILF porn. And “bukkake.” And rape. And all manners of things that I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing in real life — for moral reasons, sure, but also because it wouldn’t even necessarily turn me on to do these things in real life. But I had watched them, and I was ashamed. And I wasn’t sure if I should be or not.

    For one thing, I wasn’t hurting anybody. And for another, these sites put that pornography up there! They must be doing that because people want to watch it, right? I didn’t dream it up. I just clicked through the categories of what was there by popular demand. So it was normal, right? Did that make it OK?

    * * *

    These questions continued to bother me. I worried that real girls wouldn’t do it for me. So my senior year in high school, I decided to quit. Cold turkey. For five months. I actually decided not to masturbate at all, and I had few sexual encounters. It was refreshing, and I definitely became more easily turned on by “traditional” things — including the women around me.

    But when I started having sex, I realized that I had far from cleansed myself, even though I had continued (and continue still) to keep up my boycott on pornography. I had trouble getting and maintaining an erection with the first three women I slept with. This didn’t feel like a small matter. It seemed like all the schoolyard jockeying ultimately came down to that moment of phallic power, and I just couldn’t do it. Was I more turned on by porn than by real women? What did that mean about my sexuality?

    I starting seeing a young woman regularly, and some confluence of alcohol, weed, no condom, and the trust, comfort, and affection I felt with her allowed me to start enjoying sex — to an extent. I wouldn’t acknowledge it, but the majority of nights I had “good sex” I was intoxicated. And, what’s worse, I was fantasizing about porn during sex.

    It was a dissociative, alienating, almost inhuman task to close my eyes while having sex with someone I really cared about and imagine having sex with someone else or recall a deviant video from the archives of my youth that I was ashamed of even then.

    I’ve talked with other millennial men who’ve experienced this, and it’s not particularly surprising. A decade before we were having intercourse, our neural pathways associated ejaculation with an addictive, progressive perversity that demanded a superlative overstimulation — skipping from climactic scene to climactic scene so that it’s always the most novel, deviant, kinky.

    Furthermore, because I learned to cum from watching porn (I had watched porn even before I had first ejaculated), I never even had the chance to learn how to achieve an orgasm without a voyeuristic element — through an exploration of my bodily sensations or fantasies of intimacy that I conjured myself. I — and I don’t think I’m alone here — conditioned myself with the help of Internet pornographers to pair the feeling of ejaculation with the specific images that those sites provided. And even years later, I couldn’t cum without them.

    This didn’t stop me from cumming, of course, since the images were seared into my brain. I can still exactly recall videos that I haven’t watched for six or seven years.

    Even now, my “fantasies” are essentially rooted in the fantasies of my 14-year-old self. Age discrepancies in sex? Rape or S&M? These are fantasies of power and domination. This is not a particularly unusual (or necessarily bad) sexual preference, but it’s a nearly predetermined result for an immature adolescent being given a vast selection of pornography with no guidance.

    I worried that Internet porn had forever warped my sexual development. I mean, if it’s playing on loop in my head, can I ever really stop “watching” porn?

    * * *

    It’s gotten better. I’ve had several long-term relationships, read some Foucault and even had a chance to experiment a bit with kinkier sex. What helped the most was talking to friends, particularly women, who have had more positive relationships with masturbation. A female friend explained how she used to have rape fantasies and wasn’t thrilled about it, so through masturbation she found ways to be turned on by “beauty,” whether a sculpted body or an open field. Another friend who had been masturbating from a very young age but had never watched pornography told me that she never fantasized in a voyeuristic way, but instead would remember a particular setting or feeling that aroused her, like waking up next to someone in a mess of sheets.

    Now, I’m trying to reprogram myself — unlearn my socialized sexuality. But that’s left me very confused. I mean, what am I really trying to do? Discover my “natural” sexual attraction? Sexiness is always constructed — it used to be normatively hot to be fat and pale! What’s really the alternative to the socialized, porn-inspired sexiness that I’m seeking?

    I think in the end, I just want to feel good about feeling good — to dislodge disgrace, guilt and addictive perversity from the part of my brain that controls arousal. I think kinky sex is wonderful; it acknowledges how shame, domination and weirdness truly pervade sexuality. But, I want to be able to explore kink — not be resigned to it. I’m grateful for my generation’s embrace of sexual liberation, but this feels more like a cage.

    I feel estranged from my sexuality, like it’s somebody else’s. I want to reclaim my sexual desires. I’m not attempting to perform conversion therapy on myself to rid myself of the demons of my porno past. I’m trying to go back to 2002 and take away the computer and figure out what feels good through honest sensual exploration.

    I lay in the bathtub and let the warm water rise around my thighs. My exposed parts feel unduly detected, like they know they’re the center of attention. I close my eyes and touch. Chest, stomach, hips — hair, neck, shoulders. Once I get to my penis, the discrepancy in sensitivity is startling. Rather than restraining fantasies, or intentionally focusing on them to get off, I try my best to be mesmerized by the touch — as though I’m only just discovering myself.

    I can get off without thinking of anything “shameful” or pornographic, but it’s not as much fun — it physically doesn’t feel as good. Should I just resign myself to replaying MILFs with whips and chains in my head as I fuck someone I’ll never find sexy? Maybe I can find a cougar I can love or a partner who can convincingly role-play? Or should I keep exploring my body and hope that the pollution of XXX videos slowly clears from my masturbatory fantasies to reveal more dream-like, meditative, present, fleshy, alive states of mind and body?

    If there’s an answer out there, it’s probably on the Internet.

    *click*
     
  17. JDoe

    JDoe No amount of pixels is ever gonna love you back...

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [274+ days]

    That's fuckin' brilliant man ("Did Porn Warp Me Forever?") - thx for posting!
     
  18. Journey to Freedom

    Journey to Freedom Vincere est Vivere

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [274+ days]

    Yeah man, it's one of the most notable written pieces on the topic I've ever seen in the mainstream press.

    I wonder how he's been doing since publishing the article? What do you think?
     
  19. JDoe

    JDoe No amount of pixels is ever gonna love you back...

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [274+ days]

    Good question. I really like the way he ended it...leaving it open to the very real dilemma that I think a lot of us face when we get off the PMO train. One either continues to rebuild themselves sexually - rediscovering themselves, finding a whole new path. Or, we go right back to the old familiar paths, because it's all we know.

    I have to reflect on the fact that I've been lucky. As an older guy, I had a chance to create a bit of my own path - pre-porn days. So I am in the process of clearing the weeds from it now...which is a magical and wonderful experience. But reading this guy's story really highlights the unique dilemma that the younger fellas face - where there literally IS NO prior path to clear the weeds from... Their whole experience of sexuality, starting from day 1, with porn. (When porn is about the farthest thing from real sexuality there could possibly be!)

    That's been my big 'take-away message' from this piece.

    I also note how bewildered I've been, at times, by the posts of some of the younger generation - not able to comprehend how much more soul-satisfying and truly phenomenal having a real relationship with a good woman is. It's easy to forget that some of these guys have never known this reality to begin with...and that's why sometimes it feels like 'trying to tell a goldfish, that has spent its entire life swimming in a bowl, about the sea...' ???
     
  20. gameover

    gameover Age: 26

    Re: The Long Hard Road Out of Hell - lost virginity, fucked 12 girls - [274+ days]

    It certainly feels that way Jdoe. I dont really know anything anymore now porn is gone. There is a big void.
     

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