Fight, Flight, or F*ck Why I Come Fast When My Brain Finally Feels Safe
Too loud.
Too fast.
Too soon.
And damn, it’s already over.
I want to keep going.
I want the dirty talk.
I want to edge her.
I want to tease and circle and bite and build it.
But when control drops, orgasm slams the door.
Not dysfunction
pattern + desire + dopamine.
I finish before I reach the next layer of filth.
“I was just about to drop into that next tier of moans
the one where her voice gets mean,
where she begs for more,
where I can actually stroke her mind.”
Instead, I’m done.
Too soon.
And I hate it.
Because I don’t want to stop before she’s dripping from my words, not just my fingers.
I’ve talked to guys who time their orgasm like a ticking bomb,
terrified it’ll explode before they get a chance to worship.
If that’s you, welcome to the club
we’re learning to turn that detonation into an aftershock, not a finish line.
That’s why I’ve trained my body through edging
Why I damn better when I’m narrating
Why I love role-play, fluidity, switching
When my brain’s still thinking, I can stay present without finishing.
Creative sex is how I trick my body into staying.
I don’t want to end it too fast
so I create a scene I can stay inside.
Not because I need to perform.
Because I crave holding that loop longer.
I want her to moan through round one,
and keep going until my brain resets
and I can screw her with round-two precision.
I even talk to her about it.
Because this isn’t about stamina.
It’s about staying in the story.
I remember her face, how she looked at me and this energy we shared.
She kept the dirty talk flowing.
We stayed in role.
I was fingering her.
She rubbed her clit.
My cock got harder against her leg, and she felt it.
She screamed, came, locked eyes, and snarled,
“Holy crap, you’re hard again?
Screw me hard now.”
Game over.
Loop complete.
We didn’t restart.
We never stopped.
Don’t take this as a rulebook.
Don’t copy it like it’s a guide.
This is just what works for me.
It helped me stop being mad when I came too fast.
It helped me stay present even when the orgasm hit early.
It gave me permission to say
Screw it, let’s make this a part two.
Our bodies don’t run the same software.
Our nervous systems don’t obey the same triggers.
But once I stopped shaming the dysregulation
once I owned how my ADHD body pulses, loops, reacts
everything changed.