*Sigh
Let’s do this one more time, because why the fuck not, right?
I am a time traveller. Well, that’s not entirely accurate.
I can’t jump through time like in Endgame or Back to the Future. No, that’s ridiculous. What I can do, is turn back the clock. Let’s say, I was craving Waakye in the morning, so I went and bought some. Say I bought it with meat, but then I got home, and I realised the Waakye seller forgot to put the fucking meat on the Waakye even though she charged me for it.
I wouldn’t get angry …
I would just turn back time to morning. Then, I would go buy my Waakye from somewhere else.
You get it. I’m a time traveller.
It does take some effort, but I’m able to trigger the turn-backs at will. I have control. I know you’ve dreamt of an ability like this. Most people have. Well, you can have it if you want.
Here’s why I can’t deal anymore.
I went on a downward spiral after I developed these powers. I couldn’t maintain my relationship. I broke her heart. Anyway, time passes, no pun intended, and I’m finally ready to get back out there.
I meet a girl at a bar. She’s cute. With a little help from my gift of temporal manipulation, hitting the right buttons is a joke. Now, I wanna hit. Something other than the right buttons.
We end up back at her place.
When we kiss, she does a thing with her tongue that drives me absolutely crazy. Things get heated and I get shoved into a wall. The pain doesn’t even register; she’s aggressive in a way that’s completely intoxicating.
Naturally, we end up on her bed, and our clothes take the brunt of our lust; thoughtlessly flung to different sectors of the bedroom.
“Yes! Yes!” She moans, and the stiffness in my arms from hovering myself on top of her just disappears; I’m not falling until I cum.
Her moaning gets louder and I know she’s close. I’m right there too.
“Yes! Oh yes! Now! Give it to–“
“… how about you get me a drink and we see how things go from there?”
What in the actual fuck just happened?
Instead of cumming, I turned back time to earlier in the evening. To when I’d just met her. The thing is, I knew the instant before it happened, but I couldn’t stop it. Like a sneeze.
So I say to myself, never mind. Just shake it off. I can do this again.
An hour, and a conversation later, she connects with me like she never has with anyone she just met. It’s fate. And we’re back at her place again.
“Yes! Oh yes! Now! Give it to–“
“… how about you get me a drink and we see how things go from there?”
Are you fucking kidding me right now? Okay. Deep breath. One more time. I already know the answers to this quiz.
“Yes! Oh yes! Now! Give it to–“
“… how about you get me a drink and we see how things go from there?”
AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH! Why is this happening?
*Sigh
So that’s it. I can’t make it to climax. Anytime I come close, time rewinds back to before I’m getting laid. That’s what’s up. Do you still want this? You’ll never have an orgasm again. You could probably do the superhero thing though.
You don’t really have to answer. I know how this goes. You see, you’ve read this before.