One of the lesser known downsides of being “quick on the draw” …

… you spend ALL evening looking for JUST that perfect pic/vid/story/message/blog to jerk off to … knowing once you find it … it’s all gonna be over in 20 seconds anyway.

My story

To catch up new followers (thanks ALL of you!) here’s the nuts and bolts of my personal story as it relates to this blog. Enjoy! …

the first times i had sex, things … um … didn’t go so well. specifically: i came fast. really fast. when i lost my virginity, i remember being so nervous and excited and then the MOMENT i started to slip in i lost control. i wasn’t even all the way in yet and it was over. i remember realizing what had happened and trying to cover it up by just thrusting away, but i was soft in about 10 seconds and it was pretty clear what had happened. it was terrible … but something about the embarrassment of it was exciting, and it sort of became a self-perpetuating routine. every time i was about to have sex, i already KNEW how it was going to end and as we were about to start, something about knowing that in 10 or 20 or 30 (or 5!) seconds I’d hear a gasp and a giggle and another “oh my god, you didn’t just come did you?” turned me on even more and it would be over even faster.

there’s something really youthful and out of control and embarrassing that’s somehow exciting. the moment before plunging in of both dread and anticipation of what’s going to happen. then either the immediate rush of pleasure OR the motionless pause trying to regain my composure followed by a few trembling, tentative thrusts, and then a humiliating shudder. and finally waiting for the reaction of surprise, shock, and/or suppressed laughter … it’s kinda fun.

stamina wise, i’m much better now (though i’ll probably never be a crazy STUD … and I’m always ridiculously quick during masturbation even though i try oh-so-hard to last), but every once and a while if i get too much in my head, or am being teased … or if it’s simply been a while, try as i might, i just lose control. and of course, when i AM quick, i always make sure to take care of my partner other ways. a great side-effect of my early “short cummings” was that i got GREAT at oral.

A few days ago she put the breaks on my morning friskiness.
Me (whispering between kisses and touches): I want to fuck you.
Her: Maybe tonight. I want it for real. I don’t want you just to be super quick and then have to leave.

A few days ago she put the breaks on my morning friskiness.

Me (whispering between kisses and touches): I want to fuck you.

Her: Maybe tonight. I want it for real. I don’t want you just to be super quick and then have to leave.

This is really weird, but …

I miss ejaculating prematurely. I mean … I still cum WAY quick when I masturbate but during sex, I’m great. I’ve been thinking back to the years where it was just impossible for me to last. When I couldn’t comprehend being able to thrust more than three or four times without losing control. Of course it was awful. And embarrassing. But for some reason, that little humiliation kink buried deep down inside me (ok … maybe not SO deep) misses that struggle … gasping and blushing and trying oh-so-hard to last …

Dirty email exchange from when I had a gf who loved to tease me about my … “issues”.
Me: i’ll jerk off right now so i’ll be able to bone you til dawn tomorrow!
Her: don’t get ahead of yourself, baby. you know what happens to you under pressure. do as you will tonight but lets not make promises you can’t keep.

Dirty email exchange from when I had a gf who loved to tease me about my … “issues”.

Me: i’ll jerk off right now so i’ll be able to bone you til dawn tomorrow!

Her: don’t get ahead of yourself, baby. you know what happens to you under pressure. do as you will tonight but lets not make promises you can’t keep.

(Source: eroticbwphotography)

porn4ladies:

I spend hours looking for the best porn to get off to and then its over in five minutes

Me too! Just switch out “five” and replace with “thirty”.

Oh …  And then switch out “minutes” and replace with “seconds”.

I remember looking at her. Standing there, so beautiful. Getting hard as my eyes took her in, not able to hide how much she turned me on.
And I remember my thoughts…thinking about how much I wanted to fuck her…make her feel good. To slide inside, grab her hips, and start to move in and out. Slowly at first and then pick up the pace as she moaned and clawed at the sheets.
But…I knew I couldn’t. I knew that it was always too much for me. That the sensations would overwhelm me immediately. That it’d only be a few seconds before I was right at the edge. And that then I’d tremble…and blush…and she’d sigh.

I remember looking at her. Standing there, so beautiful. Getting hard as my eyes took her in, not able to hide how much she turned me on.

And I remember my thoughts…thinking about how much I wanted to fuck her…make her feel good. To slide inside, grab her hips, and start to move in and out. Slowly at first and then pick up the pace as she moaned and clawed at the sheets.

But…I knew I couldn’t. I knew that it was always too much for me. That the sensations would overwhelm me immediately. That it’d only be a few seconds before I was right at the edge. And that then I’d tremble…and blush…and she’d sigh.

(Source: creativerehab)

As she starts to stroke, I start to tremble.
Me: Oh god. Baby …
She hears the desperation in my voice and starts to giggle.
Her: Uh-oh, baby. I think you’re in trouble.

As she starts to stroke, I start to tremble.

Me: Oh god. Baby …

She hears the desperation in my voice and starts to giggle.

Her: Uh-oh, baby. I think you’re in trouble.

I love this pic. Prolly because the girl looks just like my ex. Prolly also because this is how we sat oh-so-many times, me trembling, right on the edge, her smiling, feeling every twitch, kissing me and waiting waiting waiting for me to tell her she could move again. Twinges of intense pleasure would make me shudder and she’d gasp and moan and then laugh, turned on by how turned on she had me.

I love this pic. Prolly because the girl looks just like my ex. Prolly also because this is how we sat oh-so-many times, me trembling, right on the edge, her smiling, feeling every twitch, kissing me and waiting waiting waiting for me to tell her she could move again. Twinges of intense pleasure would make me shudder and she’d gasp and moan and then laugh, turned on by how turned on she had me.