“Just a bit longer...”
'True strength comes not from muscle, but from indomitable willpower.'
I’m not a hard ass by anyone’s measure, but I’ve been around, and I can tell you that achieving the impossible isn’t a matter of means, but of motivation.
You have to want it. You have to be driven to push on against the pain.
So it is with all things in life.
Whether it’s pulling your marriage through a tough spot, or suffering a dental check up, you have to know that it’s worth it, you have to want to go the distance for the prize at the end.
“Ah, almost there...”
There’s also the reverse, when you really want something, but know it’s going to get you in trouble...
The hardest thing I’ve ever done was walk away. By chance I’d met one of my ex-girlfriends at a party and we’d found ourselves in a darkened bedroom, hands roaming. Before long she was stripped to the waist, kneeling before me, struggling with my belt buckle.
If I didn’t walk away, the whole damn mess would replay itself. Frosty comments, snide jabs, out and out fights and all.
But looking down at her round eyes, her wet lips and bare breasts, feeling her hands against my aching member through my jeans...
Though the choice was clear, it took all my willpower to step back into the light of the party.
“Mmm... Almost...”
Sometimes just following a train of thought requires incredible willpower, when under stress or distractions. Ah... Everyone has trouble now and then... ah, damn... has trouble... oh man.
As I was saying, with distractions such as... ah, ah... such as your beautiful girlfriend... oh... your girlfriend riding you, it can be hard... ah, really hard, to keep your thoughts in order.
“I’m almost there baby, hold on...”
This is the perfect example. I’m lying back, she’s bouncing away down there, and though I’m not really doing anything, I have to bring all my willpower to bear just holding out ‘til she comes.
I’m trying not to look down at her grinding against me. I’m trying not to look at her breasts bobbing away or her open mouth as she moans.
I’m trying to think how much I want her to come, how much I want to hold out for her.
I can feel the juices churning away at the base of my member now...
“Ah, ah, ah, almost, almost...”
My orgasm boils up the length of my shaft, bursting from the end like water from a broken dam. After a few more futile bounces she looks down at me, peeved. She works her way up until she straddles my head, her dripping wetness over my mouth.
“You know it’ll be more work for you in long run.”
She lowers herself to my smiling lips.
I guess I didn’t really want it that bad.
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