I am a 30 year old guy who has had more than his fair share of sex with different women. I began my sexual quest after leaving an eight year relationship that had been nearly sexless. During that relationship I had sex less than 100 times. I was at my sexual peak and I missed it. I jerked off six to eight times a day without blinking an eye. I beat off so much my dick was raw. If you’re a sexually driven person, if you’re a happy person, if you love to make people happy, if you’re any kind of person, don’t do as I did.

I was settled into something that made me miserable. I was scared to hurt people’s feelings so I let mine slide. The girl I was with didn’t like sex. Talk about knocking down a man’s ego. I assumed I was horrible at sex and had a small dick.

I couldn’t help but think I had the power to mortally hurt this selfish woman. She threatened to kill herself every time we split up. One time she did a fake/botched attempt at swallowing pills. That’s when I knew I wouldn’t allow myself to be held responsible for her death.

I stuck it out in my miserable life, beating off in the shower every chance I could get; she caught me twice and didn’t get involved. After taking each other’s virginity she was attached to me for good. I know that women release a specific hormone during breastfeeding and sex, an attachment hormone, and I guess her body must have released a lot more than what I felt.

I married this girl because I was scared she would hurt herself. We split a couple of times and each time was the same, suicide threats. The only person I could think of was her. I wasn’t worried about me at all. She was all I knew and I am old-fashioned and still believe in chivalry. Women deserve the best and the utmost respect. However, I went overboard and stopped thinking of myself completely. That was where I went wrong. I married a girl who I was not in love with.

I went overboard and stopped thinking of myself completely. That was where I went wrong. I married a girl who I was not in love with.

There are two types of love, caring or being in love. Total happiness and total immersion is being in love. I loved her, but nowhere near being in love. I was despondent. Sex was bleak and boring and she was always negative.

The only advice I have is stop making them the reason you’re with them and get the fuck out. Think of yourself, stop doing them a favor by keeping them satisfied, because a beautiful person who I know once said people shouldn’t strive for adequacy. I agree 110 percent, people should strive for total happiness and nothing less. If you’re not happy how can you make others happy? Stop living a lie and let everybody find their happiness.

If you’re not happy how can you make others happy? Stop living a lie and let everybody find their happiness.

Finally, one day my ex came to me and said “I don’t love you anymore.” I was stoked, but didn’t show it. I couldn’t let her know how happy she FINALLY made me. After eight years of holding back and not being who I am I was relieved. It’s quite obvious that she eventually became unhappy, mainly because she was banging my best friend, but if I got out sooner she wouldn’t have cheated. So, maybe you’re doing them a favor too, by letting go. If it’s just the sex that’s keeping you together, get the fuck out.

There are plenty of people who love sex and who are good at it. Besides, no pussy can get as tight as your hand, use that for a bit until you find your total happiness and women, they make dildos to fit the size to your liking.

Guest post by Daniel B., a helitack firefighter from Nevada.