"Why do I keep on doing this all the time?". I cried as I questioned myself without waiting for answer.
No matter how much I cried to God, to help me stop masturbating I ended up doing it again with insatiable pleasure.
Each session of masturbation ended with every part of my body feeling completely guilty.
Per what I read on the positive effects of masturbation, it said masturbation could help relax your body, helps you study effectively and further releases stress.
I did not really care about the negative effects such as getting addicted which I was currently experiencing.
The study further said we shouldn't see masturbation as sin because it's something natural which is why I didn't read the negative effects.
It all started when I took to watching and reading minor porn such as sex scene stories, and videos of original sex scenes in Netflix movies.
Then after my sixteenth birthday on the 25th of March, I came across a video of two girls who were probably lesbians and got triggered.
Out of curiosity I decided to try what I saw them doing. Since then, I couldn't stop myself from masturbating.
Being a devout Christian I cried out to the Lord several times to help me buh he didn't seem to hear my cry. So I stopped calling out to Him.
I have been masturbating for about a month now and I can't seem to get enough it regardless of how keen I have been on putting an end to it when I realized I had gotten addicted.
The heavy knocks on my door brought me back to reality. I reluctantly got up to open the door to my room.
"Maya, get downstairs breakfast is ready". My mom said touching my shoulder.
"I'll be right there mom." I said slowly as I closed the door.
The only person who knew about my addiction was my male best friend, Nathaniel, buh he had to moved out of the country two weeks ago because his family had been deported.
Being the only girl and the first born of three siblings, telling my parents about my addiction was a quiet a big problem since I wasn't used to talking to them about my problems.
Buh I knew I had to tell someone about my addiction before anything else happened so I decided to go in for my female best friend,Sandra.
We have been friends since high school. I mostly told her my problems. She kinda noticed how I had changed since last month and had been incessantly questioning me buh I told her I was fine.
After I was done with breakfast I told my parents I would be leaving for Sandra's. And they nodded in unison.
"It's time for you to tell someone even though you are scared of what Sandra's reaction would be you know you have to do this before things get out of hand."!
I said quietly, encouraging myself. And shuddering as I walked to Sandra's.
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Teen Fiction"I can't stop masturbating." I said sobbing Maya is a sixteen year old girl who can't get over her addiction with masturbation. Is God the only way through which she can stop her addiction or there are other alternatives?
