Can someone truly masturbate too much? Is five times a day too much? Six, ten? Orgasms are such a wonderful thing, why shouldn’t we experience as many of them as we can? I myself am quite fond of a mind blowing orgasm…I certainly don’t want to deny myself of that gorgeous release from time to time.

But what about masturbation addiction? What about those people who have a compulsive need to masturbate every waking moment?

The high from masturbation addiction comes from the flood of chemicals that are released into the brain during orgasm. As the brain begins to crave this high, the addict trains himself to climax quicker and more often. In addition, the addict becomes accustomed to the sensations of masturbation, sometimes to the point that “normal” sexual activity is not satisfying.

Woody Allen had a line in one of his movies: “I’m good at sex; I practice a lot when I’m alone.” While that may come across as a funny line, it underscores the physical problem with masturbation addiction. A masturbation addict becomes accomplished at short, intense activity with a quick climax. Unfortunately, this isn’t very satisfying to a spouse in a sexual relationship.

Sex addiction is a symptom of an unhealthy approach toward relationships. The first step toward a healthy relationship is honesty. When you are honest with someone you show him or her you care about them. In effect you say,

“I love you so much I want you to know about me. I want you to see the good in me so that you can enjoy it and share in it. I won’t hide my flaws because if I deceive you now, you will be hurt even worse later on by my bad side.”

“If I tell you the truth, whatever problems we have, we can probably work out.”

“I’d rather have an honest relationship with you built through hard work than one hastily thrown together on lies and illusions that will not stand the test of time.”

Masturbation addiction can be cured just like overeating can be cured and alcoholism can be cured. So if you’re suffering under tremendous guilt because masturbation is causing problems in your life or your relationships, there is help out there.

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Now where was I when they were looking for models for a chocolate corset?? Oh I know, I’d have had to grow ten inches and lose 50 pounds but heck, to wear chocolate, most women would at least try! The Salon du Chocolat chocolate show finishes today in Moscow and the corset pictured here along with a heap of other fashions made from or embellished with chocolate are on the catwalk.

There are several cities around the world that host the chocolate show and it’s not cheap to attend with tickets costing $150 each. You do get to see the fashions and taste chocolate tidbits, from some of the most famous chefs in the world, drink chocolate martinis and champagne and leave with a goody bag filled with yummy things to eat.

I can just see me wearing the chocolate corset. My husband would walk around me and get a good look.

Then before you knew it, he’d have eaten the boobs right off me.

My thanks to all those who have sent me emails this past year……..

I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat shit in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also,I now have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown); who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program ….

Or from the senior bank clerk in Nigeria who wants me to split $7 million with me for pretending to be a long lost relative of a customer who died intestate.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa’s novena has granted my every wish.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coke because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer can buy gasoline without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won’t crawl in my back seat when I’m filling up.

I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .

Thanks to you, I can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my bum.

And thanks to your great advice, I can’t even pick up the $5.00 I found dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00pm this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump.

I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbour’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s beautician.

By the way….a South American scientist after a lengthy study has discovered that people with low IQ who have infrequent sexual activity always read blog posts with their hand on the mouse.

Don’t bother taking it off now, it’s too late!