When I’m semi-regularly fucking a girl, I rarely masturbate. I still have the urge to masturbate, and when it’s 7 p.m. and I’m still at the office, my dick swells. But I resist its Siren call.
The more you fuck, the better your endurance gets. When I’m regularly fucking the same couple of girls, my endurance is almost tantric.
When you last a long time, giving your girl multiple orgasms, the power dynamic shifts. She begins to think you exist for her pleasure. She forgets that she’s nothing more than a live sex toy, and that her orgasms are incidental to mine.
When you avoid your girl for several days while also not masturbating, your endurance plunges. Once you feel like your nuts are going to randomly empty into your boxer briefs, it’s time to visit your girl.
It had been five days since seeing the Teacher, and it was time to remind her why she exists.
When I walked into her apartment, she smiled broadly. She was wearing a blue dress that cling to her body. She had just returned from school, and I imagined how hot it would have been to fuck her when I had been a student.
She taught high school, and every one of her students wanted to fuck her. It was my duty to take her immediately and violently – to fuck her on behalf of the entire class.
My dick started hurting, pressing so hard against my jeans that I had to unzip my pants.
I threw her on the couch. As she started removing her underwear, I grabbed her wrists, “Keep your panties on.”
I moved her panties to the side, spit on my dick, and fucked her for 30 or so seconds.
After shooting a quarter cup of cum inside of her, I moved her underwear back over her pussy.
“Don’t clean up. Put your shoes on. We’re going for a walk.”
With each stride, my life force dripped out of her, sticking to her panties.
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