I’m starting this thread because I think some women are CLUELESS when it comes to how hard we guys work to NOT unleash our load to soon while having sex.
You know what I’m talking about guys, it starts to feel to good too soon so we (try) to think about something else to pre-occupy our minds in order to hold out just a little longer.
I’ll go first;
Me I think about:
Dead puppies,
Grandma in a teddy, (not MY grandma but the one on “The Beverly Hillbillies”)
Work
Actually I’m really starting this thread because after having this conversation with some ladies at work; they think I’m quit the loon. Who knows? They could be right, I’m just hoping I’m not alone is all…
My chafing you-know-what wishs you wouldn’t take quite so long sometimes. Really. It ain’t all about longevity. Sometimes those moans are moans of pain, dammit!
(Umm…not you, personally. I don’t think I know you. But if you’re Mr. Never Anything Under An Hour, stop it.)
Y’see, that gets problematic. I used to think about my grandma in a teddy, but the pavlovian reinforcement was such that now I can only finish if I have a picture of my grandma in a teddy taped to my girlfriend’s forehead…
Actually, that’s a damn lie. I don’t have a girlfriend.
I very rarely have to do this, but when I do I just fixate my gaze upon anything in the room that doesn’t have anything whatsoever to do with sex, and think about that.
I used to think of used socks soaking in vinegar. Now I have better control.
(Re. the Pavlovian thing: I once whispered to my friend, as he was taking a girl home from a party, that when he undid her bra, he would suddenly have a mental image of me, naked, playing guitar and eating a pickle. It worked. :D)
Man, thinking of grandma in a teddy would make things go decidedly, erm, south.
Nope. I think of auto repair. Step by step things, like going through in my head all the steps needed to replace the rear axels of a 1998 Ford Explorer.
Sorry, don’t have this problem, unfortunately I’m the complete opposite. Sadly I think I have ‘conditioned’ myself to react to what feels good, and since sex isn’t nearly as familiar as my own hands, while sex feels great, I’m not worried about thinking about baseball or grandmothers in lingere or anything like that to keep from losing it, rather, I’m concentrating on how great it feels.
Nope, I don’t have that problem either. I can orgasm whenever I choose and also multiple times if I want up to no real limit that I have found other than simple exhaustion.
“Oh yeah, girl… Oh yeah, girl… I am so hot! You are soooo lucky to be being done by me! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!!! That’s right, girl… I am so damn hot!”
“Oh my, look at that fine ass! Look at it! YOU CAN’T STOP LOOKING AT IT!!! How fine is my ass! Uhhh… yeah… Look at it! Girl, you know you are soooo lucky being done by this fine ass!”
“I am a STUD! Studly McStud reporting for duty Ma’am! You know I’m a stud! Look at my stud rod! LOOK AT IT!!! Yeah, you know you want it! What woman doesn’t want it? Even men want my stud rod! How hot am I? Too hot to handle! LOOK OUT WORLD!!! Mr. Studly Super-Studly McStud is coming to get you!”