I Can't Control Myself Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t understand what is happening. There has only ever been one other time that I felt this out of control. I may have a temper, and I am definitely no pillar of self-control. But I always knew what I was doing and why. When I got angry and when I lashed out, I could always pull it back to a single moment, the reason or the cause of my outburst was never unknown. But this. This dream, this unnerving feeling that I have. I can’t trace it to any one thing. It is making me question myself. And I swore to never do that again.

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.

He was trying so hard to control himself but her reactions were inviting the animalistic urges of his. “It might be easy to act but not me. I can’t do this.”

I knew that the moment i fellt myself letting of control for him. I’ve always prided myself on being in control. Everything has gone according to a plan, a schedule and an end goal. Spontaneity. I was fine with control. Losing control once threw my life in a loop of chaos and fucking destruction and I can’t do chaos. Chaos is the source of all evil. Chaos would push me over the edge I’ve been walking for as long as I can remember.

Instead of providing relief, the release fuels the fury and lust boiling within me. It also forces me to acknowledge and accept that I have no fucking control over my own thoughts, feelings, or body where Sofia is concerned, which pisses me off more than anything else. I take pride in being able to turn my emotions off as if they were a light switch. I couldn't do my job if I didn't have that kind of self-control. But that capability is rendered useless with Sofia. She's my weakness While I might not be able to possess her, I'll be damned if another man lays claim to what's mine.

"What do you mean I can’t control myself?!" "You can’t control yourself from coming on to me," he replied smoothly. I glared at him, flustered. "Nonsense! It’s men who are wild at heart, not me!" He smirked, completely unfazed. "Oh, if you’re worried I can’t control myself, you’re thinking too much. I’ve been sharing a room with you for this long, and I haven’t touched you. I’m not going to lose control just because we’re on a bed. You can rest easy."

My thighs press together involuntarily, seeking friction, relief, something. Shawn's knuckles go white on the steering wheel. "Your scent just spiked," he says quietly. Mortification burns through me, hot and shameful. "I can't control it." "I know." His jaw works. "But you need to get it under control before we arrive." "How?" Frustration sharpens my voice into something jagged. "It's not a switch I can just flip—"

It was so tough to control myself but eventually, I did. I can't take the next step till I remove the Danger Lurking Over us.

I have learned to control my powers now. I have it under control but I still don't know what I'm supposed to do with it or how it's going to help my life. I just feel inadequate in every sense of the word. As if I'll never be good enough. I just want.....I don't even know what it is that I want anymore. My mind is a complete mess.