I Can't Control Myself Novels & Stories

I tried to control myself. . . . …….

If I couldn't control myself around her then what else was she capable of making me do? “This is dangerous. I can’t allow her to have such power over me. I need to control myself.” I muttered slowly as I took deep breaths to calm my racing heart and hormones that were raging within me.

"Oh she's fine. The fucking heat is killing me though and it's grating on my nerves." Brent burst into laughter. "Glad my misfortune is such a comedy source for you, old man." I grumbled and he stopped. "I'm sorry, it's just hilarious. I can only imagine how that's going. So, what are you doing about it? How are you controlling it?" "That's the messed up thing, Brent. You can't control it. I'm the master of self control yet I can't fight the urge." Not that I've not tried. I've really tried with all my might but as long as Cecilia was near, my primal instinct is to TAKE. TAKE. No matter how much I tried to stop it, I always seem to end up succumbing to that instinct.

“Sierra…” “I can’t control my powers,” I said, my voice shaking. “Every time I try, something goes wrong. I should be stronger by now. I should be able to do more. But I can’t.” Zane crossed his arms. “You’re being too hard on yourself.” I laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “Am I? Look around! If I was in control, this wouldn’t have happened!” More silence. More looks. My frustration boiled over. “I need to get better. I need to fix this.”

I knew that I had to control myself and that I had to stop making those lewd noises, but I just couldn’t stop myself. --To be continued…

What I couldn’t control? I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes despite my best efforts to keep them back. “You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to feel this… this power inside me. To feel like I’m losing myself, losing control. I don’t know if I can trust myself. And if I can’t trust myself, how can I trust anyone else? How can I let you in again, knowing that one wrong move could tear us apart?”

I am . It's just that I cannot control my need and want around him. last night had been the only night we did not have sex because we were fighting. the thought still bring tears to my eyes I can't just help it damn him and his handsomeness and his big, big cock and the fucking effect it has on me

The feel of having do close left a vibrating feeling behind with the promise of a thrill if I gave into this feeling— I hadn’t I knew I had such a lack of self-control when it came to certain things , until her. It had always been my strongest part all through the years and yet suddenly it was looking like I was weak in that aspect, the feeling left a kind of bitter taste that I didn’t even want to show behind, still for her there was no restraint. At least now I knew it was difficult to step over the line completely. It took took.a while to learn that lesson thankfully, but after I did it sank in well.

And I was about to take advantage of that? I couldn’t even control myself.

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.