| Hello again, this is going to be quite long as it's my back story, where I'm at now, and finally asking for advice, I'm going to post it in sections and try and bullet point it as otherwise I tend to babble out every minute detail!
So first of all, my adult history (as pertaining to women)...
At 18, I met a woman - S, age 27 - from America (unhappily married - won't go into why but they were essentially strangers), in an online game. We got close, my first recipricated love. Met in December. Spent about a week together. Lost my virginity. Both of us completely in love with each other. Her holiday here ended and she went back home, things were tough emotionally on her. I was highly motivated for the first time in my life to get a job, and got one, almost immediately. We stopped speaking (won't go into why it's too long). Fast forward 10 years or so, I'm age 28, after being a shut in/online game addiction, and probable depression, I wanted to know if she ever achieved her goal of becoming a nurse (she did). Got back in touch. History more or less repeated itself. She came here on holiday, we did stuff, planned a future, when she went back home same thing happened. However, during the year (and certain conversations) she suggested I may have Social Anxiety Disorder, and after seeing GP I went on medication. Same year I turned my life around completely, ditched the gaming addiction, learned to drive, got glasses I'd been needing for years, got a job again, all within about 3 months, and passed my driving test within 6 first try. Point so far, I'm highly motivated by the presence of women in my life. Partly due to the medication I was sort of emotionally numb when we broke up again, and wasn't really surprised by it, meaning I accepted it without reverting to being a bum.
This final contact between us happened around December time, and as that was when we met it's always been a tough time of year for me. This same year, I had also begun reading properly, as in an actual intrest in books. I read Chuck Pahalhnuick books (Fight Club etc), and also lots of self help books, I didn't want really want to be alone and sort of stumbled upon the whole PUA thing, and of course read The Game.
I work night shifts for a care home, and my deputy boss - M, early 40's - who is one of the happiest and most fun people I have ever met, she's also a big flirt, but also has a partner. I got very into her, and actually came to the PUA forums for advice. The advice ranged from 'don't go there!' due to the obvious risks work wise, to 'go hardcore sexual on her' as in tell her everything you want to do to her. Another part of my job involved her occasionally having to sleep in the building at night for fire regulations, and so opporunities were aplenty, we texted most of the evening one night and when she went to bed she was still texting me. It was completely out of character for me but for whatever reason I went for it. I sent her something to the effect of "I can't stop thinking about you, I want to kiss you, fuck you, and give you the best oral sex you'll ever have in your life." AND...!!! It all went quiet, no reply lol. Fortunately I had been reading something around that time about how (and no offense meant, it was just what I had been reading) you shouldn't overthink not getting replies from women as they're giant flakes when it comes to stuff like this (sorry, but experience has so far backed this up!) I panicked anyway and I'm not sure if I sent an apology/retraction/don't know what came over me or not, can't remember. In the morning we passed on the stairs, and she had this look on her face, that I fucking love! It's a look that is her seeing me in a different way, as a possible mate, a kind of bemused smile or smirk. She left the building and later I got a text saying "sorry I fell asleep didn't get your text until the morning." We became friends, that talked openly about sex and relationships, and were very close. We had our first date one night, cuddled, and later kissed, this for me (unfortunately, as I don't often get to this point) is the point where I am completely comfortable being a fun, flirty, entertaining guy with women.
At work, we were flirting like mad, texting more and more sexual stuff. She said she didn't want a quick work fumble, and that she 'wanted to take her time exploring me', I'm not a pushy guy and things were great at this point I was dancing on sunshine to be honest lol. There was so much tension between us though and she kept purposely teasing me, sitting really close and brushing our bare arms together, dropping things and bending over to pick them up (not normal picking up but, 'hey look how bendy I am/look at my sexy fuckable arse!' kinda bending) we began snogging at work, and this was giving me huge errections (just from kissing, this was new to me), her tits were huge and something about holding her and not touching them made me more turned on than if I just played with them. One shift she suddenly sucked my cock in the middle of the lounge! Which again was really new to me as I'd not really enjoyed blowjobs with S as I could rarely get hard.
Eventually one night I went for it, went into the sleep room, and we fucked, and she was so into it I could barely believe how much she wanted it. When I went back to my post my phone blew up with texts of 'omg I can't believe you just did that!'. After this we began going to hotels and spending whole nights together, we'd get there like 9, start slow, massaging, flirting, kissing, I'd usually got her gifts as I like to do that, silly things she'd said she liked when she didn't think I was listening. Uusllay we started having sex and didn't stop until about 3 a.m when she'd curl up in my arms, and we'd talk until falling asleep. As a night worker my body clock was wide awake which may have helped. She always had to leave first in the morning and I've always found the sight of women putting their bra's on extremely arousing, so I'd be kissing and touching her all over while she tried to get dressed, and 9 times out of 10 she wouldn't get out the door without us having sex a few more times. It was the most insatiable and passionate relationship and we both loved every second of it.
I read something a long time ago from this community about leaving people better than you find them, and I've always liked that, and fortunately for me both relationships never really broke up. With S it was a kind of amicable separation, and with M, it never really ended, life just got in the way and we could start again any time.
I don't know if this detail really matters but since about the age of 15 I have been heavily addicted to hardcore porn. Recently I found out that this could have been causing me some psychological problems (combined with my diet, exercise, anxiety and depression) over the years. With S I struggled to get it up, but saying that the first time we met I orgasmed twice, once from sex, one from a handjob. The second time we met we only really had sex twice, once was in the middle of the night I had her buttocks in my lap and her tummy in my hand and I suddenly got the biggest errection, held her down and fucked her, she told me it was wild. (Tangent - S and M were both polar opposites sexually, S was into hardcore spanking, pain, throat fucking etc, none of which I ever did with her. M was into soft sensual love making and hated things like spanking and even light biting.) With M I never struggled to get hard (although I was worried about it) it always happened, something about placing my hand on her middle and kissing her always did it. However, I never orgasmed, could never quite get there, close once or twice. This was both good and bad, good because we could have endless sex and due to our work being largely mental health based she didn't seem upset by it at all as long as I enjoyed what we did, which was very obvious that I did, I loved watching her orgasm. But at the same time I also wanted to as in the throes of passion she often begged me to cum over her breasts.
It's with this history in mind and some research on the matter from a site called ybop (your brain on porn) that I have gone cold turkey on porn of any kind, I've had one/two relapses since the start of May, but used the orgasm and subsequent loss of interest in sex, to do the unthinkable, I have deleted a HUGE stash of pornorgaphy that I had been gathering for years.
In addition to this, from the start of May I have also been changing my diet, exercise and outlook. I'm often on a huge positivity drive and self improvement drive, and this year I have a lot of need for focus as I started 2 degrees. For the first 8 days of May I watched no porn and (this will be relavent in the next post) noticed a difference.
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