Gee when i looked up enforced chastity on google I found a lot of sites about chastity belts and sites that said enforced chastity includes ppl being physically prevented form masturbating. Do all of you LECHERs refrain from self pleasure as well?
http://www.muttonbone.com… dont ask 
I’ve been celibate for nearly 7 years now, which has absolutely RUINED my twenties.
To all those people I know who can get laid with a single eye-wink: YOU SUCK!!!
There. I feel better now.
Me too. And I’m gonna use that line. Thanks!
I choose to may an appearance here, but that is all. I may have some salvation sometime next week, but I say nothing more in case I jinx myself.
Pray for me.
Week? How about every day. That is closer to my schedule. I do suck of course, but the favor is returned when I feel like it.
I hope your dry spell clears up soon.
That’s “wink,” lee, not “week.” Wise ass.
Small hijack, but I don’t think you’ll mind. Here’s a question I wrestle with all the time…
If you could turn off your sexual urges like flipping off a light switch, would you?
Yes, sex is beautiful. Yes, sex is really one of the best experiences you can have with someone you are emotionally close to. However, if I could turn off my sexual urges, I probably would. Here’s why…
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No more going out to bars until 4 in the morning looking for an attractive member of the opposite sex when I could be doing something more productive.
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It would give me a better shot at finding somebody that I identify with on an emotional level, rather than simply being attracted to a nice body.
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TV commercials would no longer have an effect on me.
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I could ignore all the pretty girls who have nothing else to offer, instead of hanging on their every word like an idiot.
Thoughts?
It seems that I am also in the forced celibacy club. Ugh, but the wait will be gratified.
That only applies in our Welsh chapter. In the USA, we force such persons to watch porno…eh, “erotic photography” with their hands tied behind their backs.
We need a good name for those people who crash our group and say, “Hi, I’m X, and I haven’t had sex for 15 minutes, ha ha ha!” I vote for “smug f***ers.”
well, I beat Welfy and BlackKnight – I haven’t had sex in almost 23 years. (I am, of course, almost 23 years old.) But that’s all going to change on the evening of October 20, thank God! Hooray for my wedding night, even if it is more than 8 months away!
Never again, I say. Never again.
[sub]God willing, of course.[/sub]
Do I still get a t-shirt?
Hi, I’m Ender. It’s been 42 hours since my last sexual encounter. It was in my bed and the Rosy was so warm and inviting, I couldn’t help myself. She and her five sisters overpowered me, taking me down and…
[sub]wah wah wah[/sub]
What?
[sub]wah waaaah wahawahwah[/sub]
With someone else?
[sub]wah[/sub]
Christ, I don’t know! I’m sure the Druids could plot the stars back to the last time. When was Stonehenge built again?
Have I mentioned I love going home for the weekend?
Have I mentioned I adore lazy afternoon sex?
contented sigh
When’s Spring Break?
grumpy sigh
I do not miss what I’ve never had.
Enforced due to apparent unattractiveness.
It is not ever likely to change in my whole lifetime.
I am very depressed by sexually active boasters.
Do I get a discount for being a life-member?
Thank you. 
24 years. 25 in March. I think I just beat everybody here.
Yes, I am one of those rarities, somebody who made it past about 18 and is STILL A VIRGIN.
There’s nothing wrong with that, exactly, but…gaah, the last chance I had, I was 18, and it didn’t happen. It’s a good thing I have long since discovered certain ways of…um…ah…oh, YOU know.
How can anyone who looks like this complain that it is due to lack of attractiveness? You’re cute, you are just probly shy or something.
Don’t depress me with your laments!!!
:huffs off after stupid comment:
Guano, what the…? I just saw that picture. I’d consider you quite attractive. Besides, I think you’re cool, and other people think the same. Don’t let the boasters get you down.
Congrats, stargazer! I hope your wedding night is fun! click click, wink wink, nudge nudge
My friends, knowing that I am a “wait until marriage” type of gal, also know that I am a wild animal at heart. They are convinced that I will be ripping off my husband’s clothes the second that the minister says, “I now pronounce you man and welf.” 
…for the married folk that aren’t, ahem, you know, knowing each other in the Biblical sense, even though they live in the same house and sleep in the same bed every night? For a few minutes, anyway. We work such different schedules, and one of the requirements for having actual physical sex with another person is that you both at least be in the same room.
Sigh.
17 years, 3 months and some-odd days… And it certainly won’t be happening anytime soon. Of course, I wonder if I should really make all that big an effort to try, since if I did get laid I’d only miss it more later if I couldn’t. You can’t really miss something you haven’t experienced, after all.
Ninety-one days, seven hours, four minutes. I’ll join, with the promise that I will do everything in by power to be disenrolled.
Hey Persephone, I think you may have stumbled upon a candidate for LECHER’s anthem:
I wanna get to know you on the dance floor
I wanna get to know you out by the back door
I wanna get to know you in the present tense
I wanna get to know you–in the biblical sense.
(© my pals The Pietasters, lecherous bastards all.)
Only three months, but it’s been a looooonng three months … and it was six months before that. And for all I know will be another six months from now
Oh for the days when I had less morals than I have now