Can T Control Myself Novels & Stories

The smoke from his cigarette billowed up into his face, highlighting his sharp side profile. He thought that it didn’t make sense for him to be the only one affected, and his need for control was starting to spiral. Why can’t a person control matters of the heart? Of course, it can be controlled. Only a person lacking self-control would say that they couldn’t do it.

"Not when I'm this close to losing control. Not when I'm hanging on a rope that's thinner than your fucking underwear." Her breath catches. I see the flicker in her eyes, the way her legs moves, squeezing together like she's trying to suppress what's already flooding through her. Fuck. Fuck and Fuck. She's making me loose my sanity. Loose my mind. Losse every bit of my self. I fucking don't know what I want anymore. I'm fuckimg loosing control... And I hate this. Control. It's the only thing that's ever made sense to me.The tight grip, the sharp edges, the power of restraint. It's how I've survived, how I've ruled, how I've kept myself from falling apart.

"I guess I just realized that self-control was the only thing that separated us from them. If I let that go, I would have nothing." He looked over at Harper. "Not that I'm a paragon of self-control myself, as you saw in that dream. I let my temper get the best of me from time to time, but it doesn't control me. Not anymore. My brother, on the other hand, holds it all in until—” "Until he goes berserk.” "Exactly."

I can't. I'm the one who have the capability to control myself and I know what's right and wrong but I can't help it. My mind is saying a huge NO but my heart is going against it and I don't know who should win. It feels like my whole body is just making fun of me yet I can't even complain about it. It feels like this is not my body anymore.

“You degrade yourself. I never said anything about that. My point is, your self-control is weak. You don’t know when to control or not control yourself. If you can’t pass even these, I’m afraid we will be having a little trouble. The use of magic is a complex thing but it will become a little bit easier if and only if the user has good control.” “But how do I do it? I don’t think walking around in circles will help,” she said with frustration. There. Her emotions were showing again just for a simple thought. Could she really be blamed? She was a woman. Shouldn’t it be natural for her to be reactive?

she asked. He chuckled. "This has nothing to do with you gals directly, it's all about me," he tried to explain. "I'm trying to teach myself some self control is all. I have some pretty strange urges from time to time, and there are some things that I get an impulse to do... that I... shouldn't."

I was afraid of going to the doctor and finding out that I had something serious about me that was making me the way I was lately. It was about sex; I was no longer able to control my body. Recently, I was feeling excited very easily, just seeing a body that attracted me made me want to touch myself, imagining that body on me. I knew I should control myself, that's why I was smoking more often, but I couldn't say that to Mariano. I couldn't tell him that even though he broke into my ass this morning, I wanted more. Furthermore, I couldn't tell him that I was smoking to try to control my desire to grab that dick of his that was lying soft on his belly.

Hardin mutters, staring down at me with those searing silver eyes, which darken a shade. Still staring, I slowly peel my sweaty body from his chest, taking a step back from him. His words don't make complete sense, but I understand what he's saying. I can't control everything. "I don't know how." I admit quietly, glancing down at my hands. All my life, I've had to ensure my grades are perfect, ensure the house is perfect, I've had to control every aspect of my life in order to not get beaten. Over time, controlling myself and everything around me became normal.

“You're always acting like that, asking for forgiveness and sounding like you understand how I feel about our past. But then you intrude on my meetings, propose an agreement like this, follow me at work as if you were chained to me… Do you understand yourself? Because I’m not.” “I think the problem is not whether I understand myself or not, but rather that I can't control myself…” he murmured “Once I let my emotions dominate me and I made a big mistake with you. Now, it seems like no matter how hard I try to try and fix this, I keep getting it wrong again and again.”

He had to admit that it tasted uniquely like nothing, and of something that definitely was not corn at the same time and wondered why he was subjecting himself to some kind of punishment for his actions. There was no point this time round. He hadn’t done anything, and nobody would know of this unless he said something. No harm had been done and he had stopped himself before he could even really do anything. He had a problem with self control and he would get over that. Baby steps. Nobody would know of his almost foul, and nobody would know of his success at stopping himself.