The effects are just beginning to show themselves. (College student)

For what seems like the twentieth time today, you climax after jerking off to some erotic fiction online. You sigh, reaching for the nearby tissue box so you can clean up. Again.

Today is your day off from class and work. You've spent this entire Sunday alone in your small apartment. You had intended upon getting some homework done today, but you haven't even made a dent in it. Your mind has been wandering all day, constantly seeming to drag your attention back down to your crotch. You feel like your dick has been hard since you woke up, and nothing you do seems to get it down. Even taking a frigid shower did nothing. In fact, it seemed only to make things worse.

It's about 6:30 P.M. already. With a heavy sigh, you push yourself away from your computer, making your way towards your small kitchen. As you open the fridge, you shake your head, trying to clear it of the sexual haze which has resided over it all day. You find some left over pizza from a couple nights ago and figure it will do for dinner. You toss a few pieces into the microwave, set the timer, and start warming your meal. You lean back against your counter as you wait. In the background, your radio plays softly. You turn up the volume, the person speaking filling the air. You have no idea why you started listening to this person in the first place. You never used to like talk radio; always found it boring to listen to someone drone on and on about whatever they thought about politics or sports or whatever. About a week ago, you somehow found yourself tuning into this station, and then you started to enjoy it. Now you listen to almost nothing else. You hope the show will be able to take your mind off of other things.

Unfortunately, it doesn't. You barely hear a single word, feeling the rise in your pants once more. Absently, you start rubbing, getting yourself even more worked up. Soon your breath is coming in pants, your hand moving ever faster. You nearly jump out of your skin as the microwave announces that your pizza is ready. Shaking your head, you raise a tremulous hand towards the appliance, pressing the button for the door, opening it, and pulling out your plate with the other hand.

You make your way to the couch, dropping heavily against the cushions. You are starting to get concerned, having no idea what has come over you. The radio didn't distract you, but maybe the TV will do the trick. You turn it on, not entirely caring what's playing. As you take a bit of your pizza, you find yourself focusing on the show. Finally! You enjoy the break from all things sexual, eating your dinner in peace.