After that male ejaculate has escaped my body all in all five times, but second of November 2013 still remains the date I stopped having the possibility of relieving sexual pressure whenever I so wish.
I hope I had more time, to explain fully what this date, or the past twenty-three months have meant to me. What it has felt to be a chaste, emasculated excuse of a male human being willingly missing out on so many things most men take for granted. How it feels, being denied the simple pleasure of a daily masturbation, after all this time.
But unfortunately there is no time nor chances to do it now. Perhaps later.