3. Self Harm

Yeah as you see from the title, something bad happened.

No, I didn't cut myself for crying out loud.

All I did was slap my p****. Hard. A little too hard.

The burning sensation still lingers.

It's a shame I had to resort to such violence. There was just no way to contain this beast.

I tried everything. Desperately.

I worked out as an attempt to pump the blood away, but the horniness was too powerful to divert away.

I tried taking a cold shower, but the horniness was too intense even water couldn't extinguish its flames.

Deep down I knew what had to be done.

Wars are resolved through violence. And No Nut November is my war. My battlefield. My arch nemesis.

Palming my hand, I closed my eyes as I hesitantly yet forcefully swiped towards the enraged beast, awaiting to receive the inevitable pain.

Boys and girls, this is the brutality of war.

This is the cruelty of No Nut November.

This is my success story.