One of the known side effects of anti-depressants is the negative effect it can have on your sex drive, as well as your sexual performance. I was put on Prozac once & found the results added to the depression it was supposed to be treating. Fortunately I was only on them for a very short while before it was found that they had violent side effects with my epilepsy meds.
I think my record is around 8 or 9 times in one day. I'm a college student and I was living in the dorms at the time, and my roommate moved out during my second semester. I had the room to myself for the rest of the semester, so I was able to masturbate whenever I felt the urge since I knew I wouldn't have to worry about being caught.
The most I have ever masterbated in one day was 12 times, I was watching a porn movie and it had some very hot fantasy things in it. about 5-6 minutes after I would cum, I would get hard again and go at it again.
bout 7 times a think, i got friction burn then, i dont like using oil's or other things i like the real feel
Actually, the 'real' feel is WITH lubes. After all, a vagina is not exactly dry (or shouldn't be). A dry hand is merely a replacement for the real thing.
I've jacked a lot in my day. I have no idea how many time the most in one day was. It had to be at least 10.
3-4 times... I remember a while back being stuck in a constant feeling of mid-orgasm for like an hour (which was painful, fun and anti-climactic at the same time) because I did it three times far too close together.
Eight for me masturbating, although I had seven orgasms once when I was 19 when I had a two-hour sex spree with my girlfriend. Finally had to stop 'cause my dick was so sore my orgasms were hurting, but then I guess seven orgasms in two hours will do that to you. ; )
My gf gets offended if I want to wank off after sex - but sometimes I just wait till shes' asleep. I did this regularly for some time, and shot my load out onto her white carpet. The next morning, I looked closely and couldn't find anything. So the next night I tried again - again there was not stain or mark. So I decided I could keep doing this, and very often I would. Never any trace was found. Until my gf's mother got us a sunbed, with those funny bulbs, that lit up the splodges on the floor like the CSI programs see blood. It was the most embarrassing day of my life - they never did work out what it was.....