HRT has performed some absolute miracles for me over the last few years, but one of the little curses it's given me is make both my sex drive and stamina wildly unpredictable. Sometimes it takes me so long to get off I tire out before I can even get there. Other times I'll get so amped up so quickly that I'll either have to edge myself to enjoy it at all, or else just cum several times over. It's rare at least, a lot more so without all the horrible stress and testosterone I used to be dealing with, but it still happens. And until very recently, it had always been awkward to deal with.

I'd been on the couch with my fwb, watching something I hadn't been paying attention to a little while, as my hands and eyes wandered over her thighs. I pretended I was admiring the feel of her stockings; she pretend to believe me.

Before I knew it her lips were on my neck, stroking me under my skirt as I groped her like my life depended on it. Every inch of me that touched her felt incredible, making me feel so hot I might boil in my own skin.

There's a look she often gives me, a calculating little glint in her eye that makes it feel like she's reading my thoughts. The kind she gave me when I first admitted I wanted her, and seeing that look when all I'm filled with are thoughts of I want to fuck her, to be fucked, to absolutely worship that body however I can...

I couldn't help it. I felt release creeping up on me a second too late, and I could barely stammer out a half-hearted plea for her to "wait." And she didn't, of course, she just thought I was overwhelmed in the usual way she enjoyed, and went only faster as she tried to get a more pathetic reaction out of me.

And she did in a sense, as it came dribbling out over her hand, a surprised little gasp leaving her mouth as she questioned what had happened for all of two seconds before it clicked for her. I muttered some apology, and got about halfway through suggesting I do something for her when I noticed her...grinning.

Before I could ask her why, I felt her hand teasing my now sticky tip, driving me wild as she tortured my sensitive girl cock. I tried telling her to hold on, to let me recover, but I couldn't finish forming the words as she whispered in my ear. "I'm not done with you."

I swear I nearly fainted as the blood retreated from my brain to somewhere further south, clutching at her shoulders to try and steady myself. "You were so desperate to cum before," she teased me, "why stop now?"

All I could do was moan and nod, all I could feel was her weight on me, her eyes burrowing into me and the sticky mess I'd made of my underwear. And all too quickly I came apart all over again, and this time she properly laughed at me, leaving me as humiliated as I was horny.

After that I made her cum twice on my tongue, before another 20 minutes or so of teasing and stroking (ironically, she couldn't get me to cum again. Go figure). But the whole time, and for days after, she'd bully me for being such a quick shot. And every time she did I'd find myself smiling dumbly, even blushing about it. I'd always thought I preferred how respectful my other partners were about it, but something about that hungry look I got as she realised the power she had over me...

I haven't gotten to fuck her yet, but now I'm worried (or maybe hoping) she'll do everything she can to make me cum the moment I stick it in, and I don't think I'll ever live it down once she does. Honestly I've always felt a little ashamed about how quickly I cum at times, but now? Now I almost want it to be that easy all the time, so easy that anyone can make me cum on command.