I’m not going to lie.

I was close to getting bored in my own relationship.

I loved him… but he no longer made me lose control. Everything was fast. Predictable. I pretended I was satisfied.

Until he tried this method.

That night, he walked into the bedroom different. He didn’t seem like the same man. There was something in his eyes… pure confidence. Like he knew exactly what he was about to do to me.

And he did.

He grabbed me firmly. No hesitation. No awkward pauses. His stamina was on another level. When I thought he was about to finish… he kept going. When my body started to tremble… he was just getting started.

He made me bite my lips to keep from screaming.
He made me arch my back without even realizing it.
He made me beg him not to stop.

And he didn’t.

It wasn’t just that he lasted longer.

It was the feeling that he had complete control. That he could do whatever he wanted with me… and I didn’t want him to stop.

Now I’m the one who looks for him.
The one who teases him.
The one who needs to feel that again.

If you ask me what changed…

He stopped being the man who hoped everything would go well.

And became the man who knows he can dominate the moment.

And when a man has that kind of confidence…

A woman simply loses her mind.