Ever since I discovered wanking in my early teens there's not been a day that I have not had a wank, even in my 35 years of married bliss.
I first had a wank after I spied on my brother and friends doing it in their secret den. I went home, tried it and loved it. I was hooked for life. But I was catholic, and an altar boy, and I remembered the priests telling us something about 'self-abuse' being a sin, but I loved it and carried on doing it. Every week I would go to confession and admit to 'self-abuse'. The priest would tell me that I was killing myself, but I expect he knew it was natural for a young lad. Anyway it seemed okay as long as I confessed to it then said ten Our fathers, Hail Marys and Glory Be's, which I was glad to do then go back home for another week of wanking.
By my mid teens I did not bother with confession, I just had a wank and said a prayer later in case god would smite me down, then I gradually left the prayer out.
So here I am, after almost 50 years of wanking and still alive