Kind of a weird story/question, but I've always wondered about this.
When I was but a lass of 12, having ventured into masturbation for the first time recently, I would really push the limits of my endurance. I'd only have a session once a month or so, but for that session it was pretty much nonstop. I'd orgasm, catch my breath, then start again, over and over and over. I never counted how many times I did it in one sitting, but it was a lot.
What made me stop was one session where I kept going until, I shit you not, my vision gained a blue tint. Everything I looked at was blue, and it scared the hell out of me. It went away after a while, and I've never had it happen again, but I've never heard of anything like that happening at all.
So, any thoughts? Simple exhaustion? Too many O's? I'd nearly reached the edge of nirvana and was a fool for stopping?
When I was but a lass of 12, having ventured into masturbation for the first time recently, I would really push the limits of my endurance. I'd only have a session once a month or so, but for that session it was pretty much nonstop. I'd orgasm, catch my breath, then start again, over and over and over. I never counted how many times I did it in one sitting, but it was a lot.
What made me stop was one session where I kept going until, I shit you not, my vision gained a blue tint. Everything I looked at was blue, and it scared the hell out of me. It went away after a while, and I've never had it happen again, but I've never heard of anything like that happening at all.
So, any thoughts? Simple exhaustion? Too many O's? I'd nearly reached the edge of nirvana and was a fool for stopping?
