Can T Control Myself Novels & Stories

By the time Adrian pulled into his building’s parking garage, he had convinced himself of exactly one thing: He wasn’t going to touch himself tonight. Not again. Not after everything that happened in his office. Not after the way she’d looked at him. Not after the wet curve of her shoulder slipping free of that towel, the tremor in her breath when she whispered his name. He leaned back against the seat, exhaling hard. Control. He needed it. Needed to reassert it.

I have to control myself. My soon-to-be mother-in-law. I can't disrespect her because, in the end, she is still the mother of my mate. I controlled myself. Iris lives in my head rent free and now it felt as if she is the one controlling me. Like I don't get myself anymore.

I can’t stand it, can’t stand the fire, the heat, the blaze that takes everything away. I will not give in. I fight with all that I am, the instinct to release everything pitted against the part of me that needs control, needs to stay this side of human. The desperate struggle shreds my senses, rips them wide open. I lose my breath again, each exhale the sound of my weakness. The sound of what I cannot have. Control. It splinters. I shudder with the enormity of the change, the enormity of my failure. I can’t resist it, can’t stop it. My attempts are futile, each more frantic than the last.

My body had taken over, and I was no longer in control. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself growing more and more desperate. I couldn't focus on anything else, my mind constantly consumed by thoughts of sex. I knew I needed to find a release, but I didn't know how. I was too ashamed to seek help, too afraid of what people would think of me.

I lectured. “That’s the part that vexes me, Carmen; the fact that I can’t do a thing about this. It’s like I’m being pushed to do something out of my body that I don’t want to do, but I can’t stop it because I’m not in control of my own body. How does that make sense?” “That’s what it is, I guess.” I shrugged. “You are way too casual about this.” He shook his head, and I could see the irritation behind his eyes as he spoke, which confused me.

My body seems to be taking a control of itself just like when I had first discovered that I had suddenly acquired a wolf that I never planned for. Before I knew it, I have gotten up from the ground. I will call my movements an act of spasm because I am not in control of what I am doing at the moment. And when the feeling decides to take me to wherever it is, I try to fight it off but nothing happens no matter how hard I try. I eventually have to give in to the feeling and hope that I do not find myself in a place that I cannot explain. Suddenly I am walking aimlessly again. Although this time I know what I am doing but I cannot control myself from not doing it. I was still trying to fight ag

Safe. I’m technically in control of my life, but it feels more like I’m performing a carefully rehearsed play. I can only adjust the speed, but the direction remains fixed—there’s no changing course or turning back. With a sigh, I try to reason with my own frustration, knowing that overthinking will only make me more miserable. I push back the covers, getting out of bed slowly to avoid waking Tatiana. Maybe a cup of tea and a snack will help clear my mind.

It might sound weird but I have this feeling of having no control of my body lately. There it is—Adrian laughing with Jay. Everyday, my eyes kept looking at Adrian's direction. I've been restraining myself, but my body keeps betraying me. To further stop myself, I put some distance between us. Did it work? Let's just say, I became insane. After stepping inside the cabin, I quickly locked the door—making my way toward his laundry bin. "Where is it?... where is it?" I whispered to myself while rummaging on his bin.

So that he can clearly understand I pushed him to let me go. "Restrain! Control Amanda," actually he was surprised to see my reaction of struggling to get free. Control............ what a shitty thing to say, yet the most difficult thing to do! But Cole how can I control myself? How can I control myself? When I don't even know me! How can I look through the edges? When I don't even feel it! How can I control my anger? When I don't even understand why it is for? How can I control my emotions?

He says "I do and I am following it. I took my medicine first thing waking up," I respond "Good to hear but that is not what I was talking about. I was talking about your composure and ability to control yourself." "I can do that, I have trained myself for five years and even though I am not very good at handling myself I can try and work on it." "The medicine will help you do that but you need to add more effort. You can not lose control of yourself anymore because if you do, I am not sure if I will be able to help you again." He says