How do you guys stop?

[mugi]

Leobloom, we got you loud and clear. You are a loyal foot soldier who has fought many battles. I humbly speak on behalf of all members of UG, your brothers, we collectively will your recovery and your success in or out of the hobby. Every soul has a journey with many experiences. No experience is meant to last forever. We graduate when the experience has flowered fully and released her fragrance, allowing us to move on to the next more fulfilling experience. It is never downward. It is always ascending to new heights. What looks like the end of the road is always a new path only made visible by a new vision capable of perceiving something far more lofty.

Anyway, congratulations on a successful surgery and that being behind you rids you of a great deal of angst and anticipation. You now enter into healing and nurturing and of course you reside in a state of deep humility and gratitude to the folks around you caring for you. The state of deep humility and gratitude opens one to infinite possibilities. So, it is a great time for you to receive fresh inspiration unshackled by duties and obligations. Alone, you only contemplate healing, wisdom, direction, expansion and a life of purpose that satisfies you much more completely than that of yesteryear.

 

[Xbrewmaker]

(Sigh)... this is a problem for me too.
Every business trip was a new and exciting opportunity to find a new face.
R&T leave me unfulfilled, and depressed afterwards, but oh, so happy prior to, and during.

I stopped FS a while ago, but still go to AMPs regularly. I tend to go to legit parlors now. It is like drinking decaf when you are weaning yourself from caffeine. LOL.

But as any addict will tell you, the urge doesn't go away. Try to understand why you go. Really. That may help when you realize that 1/2 hour of companionship didn't solve the underlying issue or fill that emotional hole.

 

[NINE-LIVES]

That may help when you realize that 1/2 hour of companionship didn't solve the underlying issue or fill that emotional hole.

Some of us aren't looking to fill an emotional or companionship type of void. I pay them so I can get off and get the fuck out. I don't want shmoopy time with some woman who sucks dick as her paid profession. It's a BIG business, sooner some realize that, easier it gets to accept and not feel so guilty or tight about doing what we do. It's only a matter of time before it becomes legal and is taxed.

I would be a fucking animal if I traveled for work. Legit, I would be in debt. Too many flavors to sample, I can't walk into a supermarket without eye fucking a few woman, of all shapes, ages, and ethnicities, while saying in my head "I want to fuck you, and you, and you, and I would let you suck my cock." I hit on a Taco Bell drive thru girl last week, its a genetic imprint for men. We need to seed, we are designed to want to seed. You can't go against that, its DNA, its genetic. The more you deprive yourself, the harder you fall and binge.

We all need some yum yums from time to time, from experience, the more I deprived myself the more I went bonkers and took risks, everything in moderation is zen.

Stay Safe Gents......weather is getting warmer, more menu options will soon follow

 

[mugi]

(Sigh)... this is a problem for me too.
Every business trip was a new and exciting opportunity to find a new face.
R&T leave me unfulfilled, and depressed afterwards, but oh, so happy prior to, and during.

I stopped FS a while ago, but still go to AMPs regularly. I tend to go to legit parlors now. It is like drinking decaf when you are weaning yourself from caffeine. LOL.

But as any addict will tell you, the urge doesn't go away. Try to understand why you go. Really. That may help when you realize that 1/2 hour of companionship didn't solve the underlying issue or fill that emotional hole.

It lingers in the deep grooves and recesses of your mind, a strong pungent memory. So that even when the need is not there, the aroma of past thrills entices the senses and draws you back.

To root it out might result in a herculean effort that fails. To observe it, analyze it under a Freudian microscope might be the better choice.

To move onto finding fulfillment in oneself eliminates the need for another self.

In the final analyses, every outside object is a prop, a crutch, a replacement for what you already always possessed in full satisfaction and contentment within you.

 

[vad1]

It lingers in the deep grooves and recesses of your mind, a strong pungent memory. So that even when the need is not there, the aroma of past thrills entices the senses and draws you back.

To root it out might result in a herculean effort that fails. To observe it, analyze it under a Freudian microscope might be the better choice.

To move onto finding fulfillment in oneself eliminates the need for another self.

In the final analyses, every outside object is a prop, a crutch, a replacement for what you already always possessed in full satisfaction and contentment within you.

@mugi ...

I have read and admired your patience and perspectives...

But my juvenile mind paraphrased your previous post to a one liner: "go fuck yourself" for nirvana ...

Lol, j/k!

V

 

[Lovecraft69]

But as any addict will tell you, the urge doesn't go away. Try to understand why you go. Really. That may help when you realize that 1/2 hour of companionship didn't solve the underlying issue or fill that emotional hole.

Some of us aren't looking to fill an emotional or companionship type of void. I pay them so I can get off and get the fuck out. I don't want shmoopy time with some woman who sucks dick as her paid profession. It's a BIG business, sooner some realize that, easier it gets to accept and not feel so guilty or tight about doing what we do. It's only a matter of time before it becomes legal and is taxed.

I would be a fucking animal if I traveled for work. Legit, I would be in debt. Too many flavors to sample, I can't walk into a supermarket without eye fucking a few woman, of all shapes, ages, and ethnicities, while saying in my head "I want to fuck you, and you, and you, and I would let you suck my cock." I hit on a Taco Bell drive thru girl last week, its a genetic imprint for men. We need to seed, we are designed to want to seed. You can't go against that, its DNA, its genetic. The more you deprive yourself, the harder you fall and binge.

We all need some yum yums from time to time, from experience, the more I deprived myself the more I went bonkers and took risks, everything in moderation is zen.

Stay Safe Gents......weather is getting warmer, more menu options will soon follow

These are seemingly two different perspectives about the underlying motivations for this hobby, yet I feel like they both ring true to me. I do feel I have some addictive urge that is linked to some deep emotional issue or hole, yet I also feel like it's just that biological need to spread the seed and experience as much variety as I can get. There is just something about having sex with someone new that can't be beat, and, as @NINE-LIVES states, I go through the day looking at women and thinking "I wish I could fuck her, I wish I could fuck her, ah, I guess I wouldn't fuck her, oh, I'd like to fuck her."

The hobby gives us the ability to act on that urge in a limited capacity. Of course, with someone particularly excellent, you want to repeat, but limited timing and funds always pits the urge to repeat against the urge to try something new. And with all of that, it's a really uphill battle to ever stop.

 

[mugi]

These are seemingly two different perspectives about the underlying motivations for this hobby, yet I feel like they both ring true to me. I do feel I have some addictive urge that is linked to some deep emotional issue or hole, yet I also feel like it's just that biological need to spread the seed and experience as much variety as I can get. There is just something about having sex with someone new that can't be beat, and, as @NINE-LIVES states, I go through the day looking at women and thinking "I wish I could fuck her, I wish I could fuck her, ah, I guess I wouldn't fuck her, oh, I'd like to fuck her."

The hobby gives us the ability to act on that urge in a limited capacity. Of course, with someone particularly excellent, you want to repeat, but limited timing and funds always pits the urge to repeat against the urge to try something new. And with all of that, it's a really uphill battle to ever stop.

For me, the sickness is not the biological need. I'm all for it. The sickness is the mental drama of wanting everything that passes by and knowing that by numbers it is not humanly possible to have every one of them in all their myriad forms and varieties and not even having the physical stamina even given the opportunity to be able to lay seed in the hundreds of desired images that pass through thought and eyesight in a single hour sometimes in a busy theatre of life.

The other day I observed my addiction more closely and realized that unless professionally engaged in an achievement or subcontracted to an effort, my mind, given its way, will continuously seek out sexual thoughts and situations.

In a foreign country on a bus yesterday, my entire bus ride staring out the window was looking for massage shacks and seedy neighborhoods. Even without seeing a woman, the image of a massage store and what might take place in there was so enticing. I was so drawn to a degraded sexual environment, plenty of action, multiple women at a discounted price.

Its not the sex that is the problem. It is the constant window-shopping.

The only remedy for my addiction is to observe the personality of my mind, admit that he rolls this way and as a self, separate myself from him and observe his shenanigans.

When the time for sex arrives, the biological act, that is all well and good for the human being to engage and enjoy.

The only unnatural and addictive part is when not engaged in a sexual act, to be not fully present and enjoying the other contents of life.

In other words, I am not trying to eliminate sex; I just want freedom and clarity in all the other seconds, minutes and hours of the day when sex is not being performed.

 

[headsup]

Some of us aren't looking to fill an emotional or companionship type of void. I pay them so I can get off and get the fuck out. I don't want shmoopy time with some woman who sucks dick as her paid profession. It's a BIG business, sooner some realize that, easier it gets to accept and not feel so guilty or tight about doing what we do. It's only a matter of time before it becomes legal and is taxed.

I would be a fucking animal if I traveled for work. Legit, I would be in debt. Too many flavors to sample, I can't walk into a supermarket without eye fucking a few woman, of all shapes, ages, and ethnicities, while saying in my head "I want to fuck you, and you, and you, and I would let you suck my cock." I hit on a Taco Bell drive thru girl last week, its a genetic imprint for men. We need to seed, we are designed to want to seed. You can't go against that, its DNA, its genetic. The more you deprive yourself, the harder you fall and binge.

We all need some yum yums from time to time, from experience, the more I deprived myself the more I went bonkers and took risks, everything in moderation is zen.

Stay Safe Gents......weather is getting warmer, more menu options will soon follow

I like a little shmoopy time usually. I do like the girl dancing in this vid.

 

[Leobloom]

For me, the sickness is not the biological need. I'm all for it. The sickness is the mental drama of wanting everything that passes by and knowing that by numbers it is not humanly possible to have every one of them in all their myriad forms and varieties and not even having the physical stamina even given the opportunity to be able to lay seed in the hundreds of desired images that pass through thought and eyesight in a single hour sometimes in a busy theatre of life.

The other day I observed my addiction more closely and realized that unless professionally engaged in an achievement or subcontracted to an effort, my mind, given its way, will continuously seek out sexual thoughts and situations.

In a foreign country on a bus yesterday, my entire bus ride staring out the window was looking for massage shacks and seedy neighborhoods. Even without seeing a woman, the image of a massage store and what might take place in there was so enticing. I was so drawn to a degraded sexual environment, plenty of action, multiple women at a discounted price.

Its not the sex that is the problem. It is the constant window-shopping.

The only remedy for my addiction is to observe the personality of my mind, admit that he rolls this way and as a self, separate myself from him and observe his shenanigans.

When the time for sex arrives, the biological act, that is all well and good for the human being to engage and enjoy.

The only unnatural and addictive part is when not engaged in a sexual act, to be not fully present and enjoying the other contents of life.

In other words, I am not trying to eliminate sex; I just want freedom and clarity in all the other seconds, minutes and hours of the day when sex is not being performed.

This is so on point. For me, seeing providers functions as a kind of therapy that helps me not make an idiot of myself in professional and social situations. That may only be a side-effect but it’s positive. The problem with being a connoisseur is that the number of potential traps increases dramatically. There are times when a bit of squalor and self-degradation are just what the doctor ordered. Or, I’m up for a bit of my kink and finding it in the AMP or Flushing scene is a particular challenge and delight. Then there’s my go to place where the mamasan is well-briefed on my tastes and never steers me wrong. I truly feel at home there and shudder to think of how much of my income has been siphoned to them over the years. I’m certainly addicted but my various activities don’t make me feel as if I’m plunging into oblivion. There is always a degree of self-awareness. I recall seeing a charming girl in Flushing who seemed to be up for outside encounters. She was getting to know the city and I realized that this was someone whom I could really have had a good time with had I met her a few years earlier. So I kept things professional. She’s now back in Macau.

 

[trader1]

Does one ever stop and think about all the $$$ spent since the beginning of time on what we call this hobby...?

Are we powerless to control our addiction? Have we sacrificed financial stability, a home, a college education or that dream vacation?

I look back and reflect.. happy to say that I do not fall into any of those categories and would not have done things any differently..
Why stop.

 

[mugi]

The hobby has not ruined me financially or in any other way. I appreciate the hobby in that it allowed me to fulfill all my sexual desires that could never have been satisfied with civilians without creating unwanted entanglements and many people being hurt and many promises being broken in pursuit of my sexual fulfillments.

This pay-as-you-go method has worked out just fine and dandy and the amount of money paid in my estimation is still the bargain-of-the-century in that I never had to marry all these women or set them up, possibly support children, grow old with them, support their parents and the like.

For the price of a mediocre meal-for-two, I live out a sexual fantasy and check it off the bucket-list and move on.

I always went for the low budget economy girls (chuck steak) instead of the high end (supposed filet mignon's) as with a little tender care, a few kind words, the meat becomes every bit as tender and just as succulent. In fact, the free-range and wild forest variety, I find to be quite superior to the well-trained haughty showgirl variety.

Especially with the arrival of the Asian girls which made the hobby almost within everyone's budget.

My only problem has always been and still remains within myself and that is finding the "kill-switch" on the machinery that generates sexual thoughts.

Not the hobby, but uncontrolled and relentless sexual desires has interfered with some further accomplishments in my life. In that sense, I have found it difficult to be able to focus on other accomplishments and instead had to appease my sexuality. (I admit that I was not powerful enough to pursue many dreams and compartmentalize my focus)

But the hobby is not to blame for that because the sexuality would have found outlet in other ways, be it porn, many girlfriends, masturbation, et cetera.

However, I am still alive and breathing and hope-springs-eternal and in a more relaxed and creative way, I am pursuing the dreams in my life that I have thus far failed to accomplish.

(Better late than never!!!)

God Bless The Hobby and to quote Tiny Tim in the Dickens's classic, A Christmas Carol, "God Bless Us, Everybody."

 

[rufusrufus]

corona shut down is how i retired

 

[NINE-LIVES]

corona shut down is how i retired

And then when you (and I) fall off the "retired" wagon once this passes we will be like kids in a candy store. Its been one month since my last "Spa" visit smh.

 

[rufusrufus]

And then when you (and I) fall off the "retired" wagon once this passes we will be like kids in a candy store. Its been one month since my last "Spa" visit smh.

And then when you (and I) fall off the "retired" wagon once this passes we will be like kids in a candy store. Its been one month since my last "Spa" visit smh.

the new pricing structure should be interesting.

 

[gold69]

Coronavirus will make you stop lmao, or def slow down a whole lot!!

 

[hardndslick]

Ill retire when I'm dead or no longer can get it up. For me there's nothing like getting some strange.
Its probably why my marriage has lasted as long as it has.

But for now I'm on hiatus.

 

[keepitcovered]

I started this thread. Some great advise and discussion in here. I finally found my answer of how do I stop......COVID-19. Stay SAFE/SANE

 

[keepitcovered]

advice*

 

[gold69]

Hey

I started this thread. Some great advise and discussion in here. I finally found my answer of how do I stop......COVID-19. Stay SAFE/SANE

Hey on a serious note maybe some dudes can use this unfortunate cov19 epidemic as a jump start to stopping, kinda like in-house rehab. I know it def has slowed me down a fucklot.

 

[Bricktop]

Hey
Hey on a serious note maybe some dudes can use this unfortunate cov19 epidemic as a jump start to stopping, kinda like in-house rehab. I know it def has slowed me down a fucklot.

Definitely. When you talk to the girls they tell you to take care of your body and stay safe.