The high of orgasm from masturbating is NEVER worth the feelings of regret after.
Tonight I once again fell, met a stranger for sex.
Before it I was on autopilot, like a remotely controlled zombie unable to prevent it.
But I did something tonight for the first time.
In the middle of sex I realised what a load of nonsense it was, how I had no feelings for the other person and how it was a sin.
So I immediately stopped, put my clothes on and ran out of the door.
She was furious but so what?
It felt good to me to do that, to realise my mind could control my lust, even though the lust won the battle at first, I was able to fight it and not orgasm either.
That was the main thing I got from it, that I was able to exercise control even though I was chasing the endorphin hit of orgasm.
Chazal say a man should run from "Glory" but in this case I want to tell you all about what I achieved!
I am not complacent, it is still right for me to guard my Brit day by day, even hour by hour, sometimes minute by minute, but...
The war can be won.