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I just remembered today how I used to have erectile dysfunction. This problem tormented me for a whole year, especially in 2018.

It was so embarrassing that it destroyed my self-esteem. I was literally running away from ladies. Anytime I approached one, I would take forever to ask her to come over. In some cases, it was the lady insisting we meet. And when I finally agreed and she came over, I’d start coming up with all sorts of excuses to avoid anything happening.

There was this particular lady; we romanced, and when it was time to enter, I inserted my oko, trust—three strokes—and before you know it, ice cream was already popping out. The embarrassment was something else. I started considering suicide. Afterward, I gave her excuses like, “Oh, I had malaria. I’m on malaria drugs. I’m so sorry about that, blah blah blah.” I could tell she didn’t buy it; she hissed when she entered the bathroom to clean up.

Now, let me clarify: I wasn’t masturbating. I tried everything people recommended. I took agbo, sepees, agunmu. I chopped fruits morning, day, and night. No sugary food.

Omo, I was still a “few seconds man.” Nothing worked. Out of desperation, I ordered sex enhancement drugs. While they improved my time to about two minutes, my heart would start pounding like a car engine in high gear. The experience was scary and awful. At some point, a frustrated girlfriend told me to go and buy Hausa formulas. All na wash.

Then, a few months later, I met a lady I was really comfortable with. The first time we did it, I lasted 20 minutes, and I didn’t even feel like coming. My mind wasn’t even there. She spent the weekend with me, and for those three days, we did it constantly, and my JT was always standing at attention.

It wasn’t until she left that I sat down and said, “Wait a minute, I did all that?” That’s when it clicked.

I realized fear was the problem. Before this, every time I was about to enter, I’d start praying in my head, “Please, God, don’t let this thing happen again.” And, of course, it would happen. On that fateful day, I just didn’t remember to fear, and I went on and on for hours.

Another thing I noticed: I had this friend who drank Fanta like his life depended on it. Addiction. Yet, this guy would burst obenopen without stress, while I was here living on sugar-free diets and struggling.

Ever since I met that lady, I’ve been lasting an average of 45 minutes.

So, my brothers, let me tell you: ED will go when it’s ready to go. Fear makes it worse. No formula, no shortcut. Just relax and trust your epan.

Doctors in the house, you may have a contradicting opinion, but this is my personal experience. And its a honest one. I have no reason to lie.

Congratulations bro

More strength and longevity to ur "john thomas"

Truly, It's a thing of the mind.

SeverusSnape:
Truly, It's a thing of the mind.

Yes..its looking like it.

Anybody who have sex in this tulunmbu regime should be ............ how dare him or her?

Needless tension and fear is the number one enemy of erection.

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More rigidity to your Amu 💪

you are right ..

Tegabadguy:
you are right ..

You are on every romance section topic

You are right. It's called performance anxiety disorder

CrownOfClay724:
Needless tension and fear is the number one enemy of erection.

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More rigidity to your Amu 💪

True...but many people have taken uncountable potions...they have been made to see many doctors...

many even felt so little

Viserion:
You are right. It's called performance anxiety disorder

but many people don't know this. They have been humiliated by the society.

Goodlady:
You are on every romance section topic

i love romance section ...

Thanks for sharing