I had a headache, and my neck cracked painfully, but I crawled out of bed to grab my phone. I checked my notifications, emails, Facebook and WhatsApp messages, then, I opened Tinder and started swiping. I always go right because I know that girls are very picky, so I let them filter me out.
By now, my hard-on would have awakened, and I would be touching myself. When I’d have exhausted my limit of likes and super likes, and after I’ve chatted with all my current matches, I’d open my laptop, pull up either a porn website or a Tumblr blog, and I’d masturbate to an orgasm.
An hour would have passed, probably two.
Every day looked the same.
I’d try to get things done, but I’d invest most of my time reading online articles, surfing social media, and watching youtube videos. Of course, I spent hours chatting with my potential matches, and I often went out on a couple of dates per week. I’d write erotica short stories for my matches, but I’d never complete them because I was too impatient and lacked the discipline to finish what I started.
I barely ever achieved more than three hours of productive work.
Every evening looked the same.
I’d feel exhausted, and I’d relieve myself by playing League of Legends for a couple of hours. Whenever I found myself on the loading screen waiting for the next game, I would sext, hit on girls, or watch porn and masturbate. At about 2 a.m., sometimes 6 a.m., I stopped gaming, I orgasmed, and then I crashed in bed, exhausted.
Every week looked the same.
I always had someone to fuck, but it rarely was the same girl because dating apps provided me with an almost unlimited supply of new customers to keep me entertained.
Sex was not enough, so I stirred it up and added toys and games, but no matter how deep I dived into BDSM, I remained hungry for more.
I was raised Christian, but I don’t believe in God, and I enjoyed mocking the church.
I was a startup founder, then a highly paid freelancer software engineer, but now I’m writer, and I don’t know if I’ll ever make a living from this.
I have Russian origins, but I was born and raised in Lebanon, an Arabic and conservative country that frowns upon sex before marriage. Sexually frustrated, I ran away, became a digital nomad, traveled the world, and finally earned my freedom, but I lost my home, my family and my friends. I became sexually addicted and completely unproductive.
Everything I did lost meaning, and I don’t know what the purpose of my life is anymore.
My name is Piotr Yordanov.
I used Tinder to quench my sexual frustration, but I became addicted to the swipe.
I thought I was bound to chose between two evils, but I was wrong and I found a way out of my addictions.
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About the author
My name is Piotr Yordanov and I have an insatiable curiosity.
I have forever been fascinated by the unbeaten path, the exotic and the mysterious,
and I am passionate about telling the story of every relic I uncover along the way.