I remember when i told my girl that i was no longer going to climax, I was going to keep them and she didn't like that one bit. She said 'ok' and kept climbing on the pole, but i could tell she was hot. She put up with it for one week, being all extra passive aggressive when i'd say 'that'll do' during handjobs and not sending me noods, then one night, shyt went down. She was on top and going extra hard and i started breathin like i was in a lamaze class and was tellin her 'LaLinda I'm reachin that time' and she smiled evilly and i knew she was going to force me to do it. When the moment came, i grabbed her and went to throw her off, but she'd planned for that. She grabbed a thing of pick-up sticks and threw them on the bed beside me. I am OCD so I have to count any group of objects thrown on the ground so while i was doin that, I climaxed brehs, against my will. Once I realized what happened, I was all like 'i can't believe you would pull some shyt like that' and she just got up and left the room. The worst part is that I'd been playing Call of Duty and left the game on, and everyone in the lobby was calling me a fakkit and i could see their little microphone emblems lightin up as they laughed. And yes, this is a true story, which i think i've been here long enough to not have to prove my word.