This may sound a little philosophical at first, but bear with me and grasp the good news.
Something all rational people have instinctively known was stated like this in a specialized periodical recently:
"Ask any junkie and they'll tell you what they're chasing is the feeling they got the first time they got high. But that first-time rush can never be recaptured, whether you're talking about heroin or cigarettes or hit records."
The good news for those of us who follow this blog is that the addictive activity that we practice (and frequently write about) DOES reward you by recapturing that first-time rush. Oh, maybe not the exact astounding moment of initial discovery that overwhelmed you the first time you took your situation in hand and blasted out an unexpected load. But something mighty similar that recurs reliably every time we skin the banana.
Maybe it's because we don't need an outside substance to get that high. The procedure we practice was built-in when our male bodies were assembled, and no matter how many times we grab the brass ring, the joy of a self-induced orgasm - solo or shared - never loses its delight. Each time we practice the fine art of peter-jiggling we are rewarded with nature's finest rush.
Happy climaxing in 2018 and please bury Eric with your boyhood stories.
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