I was molested from ages 6 to 12, and became a hardcore porn addict when I was 14. I learned about masturbation when I was first molested. I am disabled (I have a "bum leg" and urinary/bowel incontinence), so I have never been intimate with anyone (my sexual preference is for women). Various therapists and "authorities" have told me my disability is more of a hangup for me than it is for women, but I wouldn't know, as I've had a total of 3 short relationships, all of which didn't include so much as a kiss.
Despite my lack of experience, I have used pornography, masturbation, erotic lit, and roleplay to "control" my arousal, though I sometimes wonder how much control I really have. Part of me wants the intimacy and love of a committed relationship, but another part of me wants the uninhibited sex of my fantasies in a shallow, "no strings attached" relationship. Yet another part of me hates the idea of sex, but that part is often silenced by the desire of my second part.
I have had online "relationships" that have involved a great deal of "cyber sex" and roleplaying, which--when I was religious--brought me a great deal of shame. Now I find such relationships enjoyable and therapeutic. I have bipolar 1 in addition to PTSD, so hypersexuality is a constant part of my life. Even when I'm depressed, I become aroused at the drop of a hat (i.e., an attractive woman smiles at me, and the "engine starts revving"). I rather enjoy the feeling, but I also find it frustrating to be a virgin at 29 years old. If anything, I become depressed because I don't have a real relationship--committed, loving, and intimate. That is something that no amount of roleplay can provide.
The one thing my hypersexuality does do is recover from the depression very quickly, so it's more of a series of waves, rather than a constant, pressing onslaught. I become easily distracted from one fetish to the next, which allows me to avoid sulking in my depression for very long. I know it's shallow and ultimately meaningless, but it really does seem like this will be as good as it gets, so my thought is usually along the lines of, "I'll take what attention I can get." If I don't think about the future too much, I rather enjoy the momentary pleasure, but I do always have the end result of feeling dirty and guilty, even if I feel free and satisfied at the same time.
It's a very odd feeling.