NoFap Journal
Night 1
It’s 3am. Ugh
I feel a lot of energy bubbling and boiling around my groin. I keep flexing my quads and ass in erratic stacatto rhythms as a result of not indulging it.
Erotic images flash through my mind and moans ring out in the silence.
It’s 3am. Ugh
I feel a lot of energy bubbling and boiling around my groin. I keep flexing my quads and ass in erratic stacatto rhythms as a result of not indulging it.
Erotic images flash through my mind and moans ring out in the silence.
Heading into night 2
Today has been fine. I don't usually jerk off during the day though. I noticed a slightly higher ambient level of horniness but nothing intense.
I can feel the monster stirring though.
Today has been fine. I don't usually jerk off during the day though. I noticed a slightly higher ambient level of horniness but nothing intense.
I can feel the monster stirring though.
Fun fact, I fucking hate the word fap.
Part of me actually feels like this is going to be a piece of cake. I don’t think I’m gunna miss the fapping so much.
But I think am going to have to deal with a lot of suppressed shit.
But I think am going to have to deal with a lot of suppressed shit.
I think the longer I abstain, the lonelier I’m gunna feel. I think it lives in my chest. And sooner rather than later I’m going to have to feel the full force of a cavernous ache that I’ve ignored for far too long.