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    • I fucking live being a loser for Dr Lovejoy!! I want my chronic masturbation to consume me as I give up on dating women or ever having a girlfriend from my age 61 to the end of this dumb ass stupid life of mine. I like jerking off alone lusting for pussy I’ll never have because I’m a filthy minded degenerate unsocial loser fuck up and I want to show Doc Lovejoy I can jerk my brains out so hard and deteriorate into a fucked in the head destroyed good boy.

  1. I don’t want to date women – it hurts too much from being a failure all the time. So if I’m never gonna have sex with a woman, then fuck, all I can do is jerkoff. Which I love doing and because Dr Lovejoy knows what’s good for me I like doing it more and more. Which is why Loser Oblivion I think is really more like Chronic Masturbator Heaven. When I got Dr Lovejoy coaching me and talking to me when I’m jerking off, I become one with my loneliness and embrace the fact I’m a failure with women while I conduct my masturbation vigorously. As I’m stroking I’m making love to her in my head, my hands on her waste as I fuck her doggy style inside my brain. I’m a man who doesn’t have sex. It’s only inside my brain where Dr Lovejoy is a lot where finally my dick enters pussy. I stroke so hard, gooning, and you can’t believe how in the fantasy I conduct in my brain, I transform into a virile man. I look at the panties, imagine the pussy, and then in my mind I slip the head of my dick into her pussy, hold her hips, and I fuck, I fuck, I fuck pussy, I finally fuck a dream woman’s pussy but the only thing is her pussy is like right in the middle of my brain, but it’s still pussy so I fuck it, I fuck it good inside my head, I fuck her pussy good…I see my dick sliding in and out of her pussy, in and out, in and out, I see the head of my dick going in and out of her pussy inside my brain, I’m fucking her pussy with my dick inside my brain and my dick wants to come , it’s fucking pussy in my brain and my dick will finally come inside of the pussy inside my brain!!

  2. I feel all fucked up inside my head!! I’m gooning now looking forward to becoming a wasted fucked in my head loser chronic masturbator who loves re-educate get himself thru your therapy!!! My masturbation is so important to me, I GOTS to tell myself every day that it’s a prerequisite to disengage my mind from the unrealistic misguided notion that a good boy chronic masturbator who wants to take up permanently residence in Loser Oblivion has even the slimmest chance of conducting successful dating, socializing or conversation skills with women. I want to wallow in loneliness and despair of ever being intimate with a woman and when I jerk keep telling myself over and over: “I don’t fuck. I can’t fuck. I’m fucked up. Talking to women is too complicated. Socializing with women is too complicated. Dr Lovejoy fucks my brains good and hard because she knows what’s best for me. She is helping me understand – and I’m not stupid, I know how to use my brain to understand things – is that all I am to women is a fucked in the head loser piece of shit who doesn’t deserve a woman or their love, sex or friendship. I’m a wasted fuck up. Thank you Dr Lovejoy for helping me see what I can do and what I – me – I no can do no more. I’m not good enough for sex. So I fucking jackoff! When I feel so alone and fucked up inside my head and feeling I’m going stay a lonely single fucked up bachelor with no fucking life but jacking off as a filthy old man, suddenly I find liberty! It feels so good wasting away fucking woman’s pussy only inside my brain!! I can be a lonely old man and die never getting my dick in a woman’s pussy again!! Dr Lovejoy’s therapy is amazing. Fuck – I feel like she shown me the best joyride of my life – letting my masturbation addiction take over until it pleases her knowing and seeing I’m going to be a lonely bachelor so fucked up that masturbation is going to destroy me! I have purpose in going out a wasted loser fuck up and self-destructing from fucking myself in the head by telling myself: “You fucking worthless piece of shit filthy jackoff. You’re not good enough to fuck women, so lucky you, you’re so smart, go to your grave wasting your life jacking iff to pussy in magazines. Study pussy, goon, jerk and when you see her pussy in your mind, when her molten hot oust is in your brain, put your dick in it and fuck that pussy hard with your dick Mikie! Fuck that pussy in your head – the only pussy you’re gonna fuck – show Dr Lovejoy you can fuck pussy like a man when you’re seeing a woman’s pussy using your mind INSIDE YOUR BRAIN. Fuck that pussy Mikie, work it, fuck it and shoot your wasted come into the pussy in your brain!!! And keep fucking your brain till you’re like an old jalopy speeding on the road and the wheels come off and you crash!!” Are you proud of me Dr Lovejoy? I never would of had purpose if it weren’t for you! I guess I’m like a moth that sees a light. It flies to it and gets burnt up because it fire. What a fucked up stupid moth, right?!
    I finally feel like a man with Dr Lovejoy!!


  3. I’m so stupid. I want to be a dirty old man. I want to be a filthy old man. I want to feel fucked up inside my head as I grow older. I want to feel my loneliness grow and fill my being, and I want Dr Lovejoy continuing to encourage me to keep jerking off for her like I always do, everyday, because I want to be her Good Boy Mikie who is sincerely interested in learning and understanding why his feelings of being damaged goods, a fuck up, unwanted and not good enough for women have been growing. I like feeling fucked in my head and lonely cuz then I just jerkoff like a fucking sick, filthy degenerate loser who just says “fuck it”!” to ever having a relationship or girlfriend again, and when I’m gooning listening to Dr Lovejoy’s talking to my brain I’m fucked fucked fucked UP and my head starts hurting. I like how Dr Lovejoy is showing me – encouraging me – to become more wasted, to explore my loneliness with a gusto, to let it fuck me up emotionally, socially and sexually. Don’t I want to apply my mind to studying the affects of following a woman’s advice who wants to lead him to his self-destruction? Intellectually of course I understand that a lonely man starved for love and a woman’s affection will become desperate in his mind to find a female companion for sex, especially if he’s older. And that if he sabotages all his chances for love or having a girlfriend by giving in to chronic masturbation he can “fall”, become ruined, if jerking off enough completely fucks up his brains. I would like to conduct self-study on myself to see how my loneliness gets deeper and worse the more inadequate I feel I am for women. I want to study if jerking off in abandon and despair like a demon giving up all hope of finding love makes me feel “inadequate” for women, or feel like a filthy lecherous demented fucked in the brain geezer who doesn’t give a fuck about giving up on relationships because his thrillride is being a sailor to Siren Dr Lovejoy’s song of therapy that is leading me to want to fucking hate and waste my stupid fucked up life. I want to waste my life as a filthy old jackoff slowly, hardening my heart, getting off fucking my brain…Wait – there might be hope – wicked young women in their 30s who’ll see a wicked old chronic jackoff like me and want to fuck me. Hell fucking yeah – be a wicked old lusting
    fucked in the brain filthy chronic masturbator who manages to talk to some horny women when he plays chess in the park and Mikie going get his filthy old dick in pussy yet!!
    Dr Lovejoy is the fuckin Best!
    Mikie Good Boy Learning To Understand How Good He Got Fucked Up Inside Of His Brains For Dr Lovejoy

  4. Creative Poem

    Old men jacking off
    To dirty magazines

    Living without love
    Some of them broken

    Retired & divorced
    Or bachelors living alone
    Drinking & smoking & languishing,

    Lonely, flawed men,
    Tempted by lust,
    That levels the playing field
    Reduces lonely men
    To reprobate puppets on strings of fate
    Locking their doors & jacking off
    Broken men without purpose
    In quiet desperation stroking their wicked dicks
    Falling one by one into the abyss of depravity

    Like lemmings ruled by instinct
    Jerking their lineage out of existence
    Self-destructing like moths flying into the flame.


  5. To be a “good boy”. Yeah right. After stroking & gooning lusting for girls in their 20s I looked in the mirror and see an ugly-looking shirtless dirty-minded filthy guy very few women would want to sleep with. I’m a filthy 61 year old wanker doing my weekly work grind and my daily high point is jacking off as a filthy old man fantasizing these nice 20-something year old girls would let a filthy old man like me get into their pants. I don’t think twice about it; I feel no remorse or guilt pangs about abandoning the conventional route of maintaining a modicum of social niceties or dating proprieties. I think my lifestyle of jerking off every day has slowly turned me into the filthy reprobate who looks back at me in the mirror. I’m disgusted with myself. Who am I trying to kid? I’m not 18. I’m not 24. I’m 61 and ugly and no hot woman would want to touch me. And that fucks my head up because I know I become filthier when jerking off knowing how for certain I’ve already ended up a filthy old unredeemable fuck. I sense my future turning out not rainbows but breaking down from the inside and becoming in time an emotionally starved once-a-day-jerking addict obliterating his social life who gives up trying to find live. When I let my pot belly hang out I look like a disgusting old pervert. With Dr Lovejoys therapy I think I’ll cross a line at some point – in my 70s? – where instead of hating to see an uglier sicker and filthier old jerkoff in the mirror I’m going to embrace my being an old filthy man with not a chance of having a girlfriend and fuckin drown in my disgusting jackoff filth fucking up my head saying: “You old fucking ugly piece of shit worthless fuck! You are a worthless filthy fuck! Don’t be ashamed of your ugliness! When you try talking to women later on let them see your ugliness when you do your pickup lines.” To see how ugly I am, and to know no one cares about me, means if I let myself slowly disintegrate and watch myself become an ugly wasted fucked in the brain degenerate jackoff who no longer cares about no one living him, because I can see how one day jacking off watching myself in the mirror and gooning I’ll cease to love myself. And then Dr Lovejoy’s therapy will pump my brain as I jerk my brains out in filthy depravity hating what a reprobate worthless person I’ve become to the end.

  6. When I’m stroking, alone, telling myself I’ve learned a good thing, I know how to live without being in any relationship, should I also tell myself that I’m worthless? Should I remind myself that I’m a socially inept jerkoff who isn’t getting any sex? Whose aging mind is turning into mush the more he obsessed on daily masturbation, eyes bulging, mouth drooling, stroking in increasing despair with in pit in my stomach and growing sense and certitude that my lifestyle of daily jerking off has already altered my fate and changed my destiny so that the older I get the less social I’ll be and more obsessed with living to fulfill my life as a lonely sex-deprived girlfriendless dirty old man whose #1 activity, preoccupation and goal is to just jerkoff uncontrollably to women in magazines wasting my sperm? Why do I want to live to be a filthy old man who emotionally and socially regresses to where, knowing sex is beyond my ken of expierence, I find purpose in experiencing my life slowly disintegrating and head unraveling until I feel like I’m a good-for-nothing ugly wicked complete waste of a human being? Why do I want to stop caring about my life and direct it onto a course where lust consumes me and turns me into a wicked horney-as-fuck old-fashioned girlwatcher who shamelessly talks to college girls without teeth trying to pick them up? Why would a guy like me want to waste my life this way Dr Lovejoy?? How can I renounce trying to have a son who’ll carry on my name? Should I try marrying a 30 year old girl when I’m 80 and having a son? I wonder how it’d be to have a son with the right girl named “Mike Junior”?

  7. I want to turn more old-fashioned. I think it’s respectable if an 80 year old guy marries a nice girl. This should be my dream I live for. I want to be more old-fashioned because isn’t an old man who names his son after him
    old-fashioned? I think a simple religious life would be what my 30 year old wife and me when Im 80 would want to raise Mike Jr to be like me. Like father like son. I can dream of having my own woman. Even for like now in the time being when it don’t seem too realistic. Dreams like that will keep me going. I don’t want a complicated life. For now I want to stay single and keep jerking off and adjust to jerking off more and more gung-ho crazily as I’m feeling more and more lonely and so in need of a woman. I hope I have a woman one day who loves me for being the jerkoff I am. I feel like broken inside my head. All I think of is fucking a woman when I jerk off. I wish I had a woman now who I could fuck. Oh well, I can jerkoff mire instead.
    Thankyou Dr Lovejoy for helping me find purpose when everything Im doing tells me I’m a stupid fucked inside of my head loser who never will have a life. I can live for the rest of my life with this purpose!

  8. Bringing Eros down to earth. what Eros? Ero is the life charging energy of sexuality attuned to Earth, nature & the universe

    How you drive your car = body. I love the way she drives the body of her car. Our bodies are the vehicles that our spirit-souls are driving. We are the drivers, not passengers, of the cars of our bodies. Beauty & ugliness are perceptions based on exterior form. An erotic woman sees beauty in how a man drives the car if his body.

    What I need is an erotically charged woman attuned to Eros & the Universe. Whose reality transcends this material plane. For whom
    making love is a supercharged engagement involving the body and senses culminating in intoxicating ecstasy. She’d seem like she dropped down from a heavenly planet like Indraloka, tho should you mention your thought she’d tell you you’re crazy, then size you up trying to gauge the size of your cock while wondering, “Does he know? How can he know?!” She doesn’t live by worldly standards especially when it comes to sex. Her body is a well-oiled fine-tuned machine and she’s always searching for her next “study” – a male whom she lures by her charm, guile or simply beguiles, after which he’s captivated by her beauty and pulled into the traction of her powerful sex desire and pernicious lust. When she mounts him on his bed or in her lair her hooks are already in him deep. As he goes into her like train moving slowly then picking up speed her fingernails sink into his hard, charging butt as he increases the force of his thrusts. Then like a Black Widow spider spinning the doomed insect in the silk threads of her web she reciprocated in kind, engaging her lust, caressing his body with her hands and fingers, beguiling his tongue with hers, spreading her legs wider to receive the full brunt force of his depraved thrusts and talking quietly to him, looking into her victim’s deranged eyes – “My husband has gone on a journey and won’t be back for some time. Will you be my lover until he returns? You are a very nice man. Do you know how to take care of a woman properly?” She watches as his bewilderment turns to fear and the light in his eyes turns into a dim sickly glint flickering like a candle being blown out by the wind.

    Or, in real life and not fantasy, she won’t see an older man as “ugly” who needs intense sexual union with an erotically-charged woman like her. Beauty & ugliness is relative to her. A so-called attractive man who doesn’t know how to rev her engines in a variety of positions is useless and “ugly” to, and a wicked old man or lonely chronic wanker who doesn’t disguise his attraction to her becomes “attractive” to her. She’d love to spread her legs for an 80 year old dirty-minded lonely bachelor and steer his mind and senses towards being more of a social man and going out trying to pick women up to have a more fulfilling erotic life.

    But she’d rather want to be with me, who falls in love with her and is taken to the stratospheric heights of pleasure and transcendent erotic bliss. She’d rather be with Lord Shiva, but will welcome you as an acolyte of the gods. Your learning curve is to make love to her like the gods, full engagement of mind, senses and body. Appreciating her body for being the erotic physical machine it is and giving her as much pleasure as you can, thrusting mechanically with hard driving speed till your hips are moving in a blur, the back arches and your body spends itself in liquid bursts of your seed launching as her body unites with yours.


  9. When I’m jerking off to models in Sports Illustrated Swinsuit Edition or to actresses who bend my mind like Kierra Knightley or Emma Watson it’s the way they pose and how I imagine them seeing me, watching me doing what I’m doing jerking off to them that turns me on. If I wanted, I could imagine conversations. Like I fantasize a woman is enraptured, watching me stroke like a wasted loser fuck up who’s in a long interim stage of gradually giving up hope of ever redeeming myself. As I make eye contact with her and she’s watching me pump my nasty pussy-starved dick with abandon I see her eyes penetrating my soul, looking into my mind and the depths of my being and she sees a better picture of myself than I can, thru her woman’s eyes. And her smile tells me she sees clearly a lonely man entering his 60s on the verge of giving up hope of finishing his life with a woman, of dating women successfully and getting married a second time, of being a decent regular guy. Then – like from mind to mind – I hear her messaging me by her thoughts: “No, don’t get married again. You’re doing fine as you are. You should give up more hope. I see you enjoy living alone…”
    “Yeah but I need love! Sex! A girlfriend!!” “You say you do, and I hear you. But I’m fascinated by you and really like what I’m seeing. I’ve always knon about men like you, but this is the first time I’ve watched a lonely man jerking off to me alone and so furiously. You haven’t made love with a woman for so long have you? You’re speeding up as I’m talking to you…I like that. I see desperation in you.,,I see doubt is gnawing away st your hope. Do you have a social life?” “Huh?..Nuh…Uhhh n-no…” “I see. Well you don’t need one. About you losing hope..,” “Yeah? (Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke) I’m listening… (Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke)…” “It’s good to lose hope.” “Huh – What? Good? (Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke Stroke)” “Why yes of course it’s good for you! Only when you lose all hope of ever having a woman in your life who’ll love you can you give in with greater abandon to this favorite activity of yours – jerking off. You should lose hope faster. You’re destiny is to die as a wicked old man. You have no use or purpose in society. The only thing you can do worthwhile is to make a woman like me proud of my ability to make a nobody like you waste his life jacking off for all he’s bloody worth to his grave. When you’re jerking off you feel like you’re having sex with me, your Kierra, don’t you?! Keep jerking off for me Mikie, I like watching Colonial dogs – you’re a mutt, aren’t you? – jacking off like the bastards they are spilling all their semen for me. Now are you listening, Mikie? You’re my servant and I’m telling you this: As a good servant you’re gonna fuck me in your brain every time you jack off. I want you to imagine my pussy, to imagine me being fucked by an alpha male. I want you to use your mind, Mikie, your brilliant Masturbator mind that we women wickedly love caressing, massaging…fucking – use it to visualize my pussy being fucked hard by veiny cock while you masturbate…Jerk off Mikie, Jerk off iyou fucked -in-the-Head dog. What? You no like the word ‘dog’? I don’t give a shit! Jack off you runt! You fuck up! You fucktard sexagenarian! Jack off as I fuck your brains, Mikie! Yes, as I fuck your brains…Jack off! Jack off you filthy old fucked up nobody!! Yes…Mikie…Yes…Use your brain to fuck my pussy with your dick. Fuck my pussy harder! Fuck my pussy with your dick harder Mikie! Use your brain to see my pussy, then grab my hips, put your dick in my pussy and fuck me for all you’re worth Mikie! Fuck my pussy with your dick for all your worth! My pussy, Mikie! Fuck it! Can you see my pussy in your mind? Inside your brain? Fuck
    my pussy, Mikie! Fuck my pussy inside your brain you jackoff! Fuck it! Yes Mikie! You filthy jackoff! Push your dick all the way in and fuck my pussy inside your head Mikie! Fuckmit yiu filthy shit! Fuck your brain with your sick you fucktard! Let me help you! Yes Mikie, look into my eyes as you jack iff and come, you wasted wicked fuckup. This is what you’re going to do for the rest of your life!

    Thankyou Dr Lovejoy for giving me the therapy I need to enter my old-age loneliness with courage to waste my life with purpose jerking off to you. I’m happy to go to Loser Oblivion where in my loneliness I can jerkoff as a filthy old jerkoff nobody and like it when women like you and Kierra are fucking my brain hard.

  10. Mikie says he wants to maintain friendships, relationships to people, pursue goals of organic gardening, finding compatible wife & go camping in the wilderness. Thanks for all the self-insight Doc.

  11. I imagine hearing a woman saying to me: “Michael now be true to yourself. You enjoy masturbation because it’s an easy way to simulate something you’re not getting – sex. You’ve actually become quite good at bringing yourself to orgasm using just your hand, your favorite magazines and your imagination. You really have a gift, Michael, and you really should be proud of it. You know how to use your mind and fantasize having sex with whichever woman you choose to jack off to. For you Michael jacking off is better than sex. You’re such a brain. The sex you have us all in your head isn’t it? All in your mind. All that fantasizing you do…You know Mikie, that you’re 61 and have been jacking off for 21 years every fucking day tells me you’re one sick m-f-ing jackoff! But I think your cool. I’d like to imagine you Mikie jacking off alone. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re so used to ejaculating stroking your dick to dirty magazines, you like coming alone, don’t you?! If feels so good to come, to pump your semen out of your dick, to speed up your hand as you waste your cum fantasizing you’re having sex with all of those women you live masturbating to! You’re such a cool jackoff, Mikie! Your life already has turned from going out and meeting women to jerking off to the women in your dirty magazines. Congratulations Mikie, you’re officially a “dirty old man”. You dirty old 61 year-old brain, you! I see how much you love jacking off…You’re filthy, Mikie! But I like to watch filthy men get filthier…Aren’t you glad you’re so alone, Mikie? When you jack off alone to a woman you got the hots for I bet your face twists and contorts in your lust, yeah? You just love jerking off alone and cuming like a truly dirty old man who doesn’t know what else to do with his life but waste it jerking off to the end, yeah? And that’s what I like about you Mikie. Watching you love masturbation more than sex it slowly turns you into a wasted old depraved jackoff without a life. I love you Mikie! You’re so cool! Go for it! You can jackoff every day until you’re 110!”
    That’s a cool woman.

  12. I go to work. I work 40 hours a week. I talk to people but have no friends. No real women friends. No real social life. I don’t think about asking women out. Me having a girlfriend? Yeah, right. I’ve given up on trying to have a girlfriend. My problem is my sex life’s been reconditioned. I’m conditioned to thinking about having sex with the women I stroke to, fantasizing I’m having sex with women in magazines. Instead of a sex life I jackoff every day to dirty magazines and the f***ed up thing about it is it feel better the older I’m getting. Jerking off as a dirty old man is truly an amazing experience. I think I’m right where Dr Lovejoy wants me to be. I enjoy it so much, even as I find its increasing my loneliness. Even as I’m beginning to think my life is fucked. Even when I’m letting my life come apart, giving in to wasting my life as a jackoff. I like to think that using Dr Lovejoy’s therapy to help me enjoy being a dirty old man for the rest of my life will make her proud. If it does, I look forward to jerking off all alone never getting love again but just jerking my fucked up brains out of my dick. To end up an old fucked up jackoff starving for love and jerking my whole life away, I want to do it for Dr Lovejoy. I love Dr Lovejoy.

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