Premature ejaculation.
What a bitch. What a soul-destroying monster. What a horrifying, anxiety producing terror.
It had hit me bad recently. At this point it was probably going into its third month. Why? Where did it come from? How could I escape from it?
I had been dating Jenni for almost a year. The sex had started off amazing. I had been coming off my first heartbreak. She was my third partner. I had been riding a sexual high for the first six months we were together. I was back in the saddle after a crushing breakup and it felt great. It had taken me over a year to get there and Jenni had seemed just what I needed. Things had started off with a bang. The sexual awakening I had with my last partner seemed to be carrying on and it seemed like it would forever. I hadn’t missed a beat after my long sexual layoff. I had been absolutely blowing her mind and was loving it.