- Drink a lot of water
- Eat plenty of proteins
- Try to naturally increase your testosterone levels (engage in weight-lifting, sleep well, reduce stress)
- Take a zinc supplement daily (no more than 40mg however, which is the recommended upper-limit)
- Try not to masturbate for a few days
- Try to edge before ejaculating (masturbating/fucking for as long as you can)
These are pretty much my personal tips, though I might be forgetting a few. A lot of it has to do with genetics however, don't expect to cum like Peter North.
The person who built me didn't need me.
The person who bought me didn't want me.
The person who used me didn't know it.
What am I?
Alcohol can have varying effects depending on your initial mood, how much you drink, who you're drinking with, and the overall circumstances. And for me personally it also had varying repercussions on sex, though nothing overly significant: it never greatly enhanced my experience, but it only very rarely ruined it either (it's rare for me to be completely dead-drunk anyway).
I almost forgot about my own question...
So first of all, my parents are overall great people and they've always been very supportive of me and my sister: treating us kindly, providing for us in many different ways (even though they weren't all that rich), making quite a few financial sacrifices for us, etc. When they separated (I was 6-year-old), my mother even bought a house just a block away from my father's house; I only had to cross one street to go visit my mother/father. At first, me and my sister lived 3 days with my mother, then 3 days with my father; my parents were very considerate of us that way (and in many other ways). So I can honestly say that I'm very grateful of my parents and that they'll always have a very special place in my heart.
Having said that, I just don't relate to them all that much (and vice versa). For some reason I've always been the black-sheep of the family: my parents and my sister have always been interested in pretty common stuff, whereas I've always had many peculiar interests (or at least they were considered as such within my own family). I was interested a lot in sciences/arts/culture/history growing up, whereas the rest of my family never ventured all that much intellectually/culturally speaking. And being the youngest of the family (my sister is 2 years older than me), I was 'in the wrong' by default and my interests have always been perceived as something odd rather than something to admire. It was pretty much a running gag in my family: "Look dad, he's going at it again! He was listening to Mozart earlier and now he's reading a textbook about economy!". You can imagine that I was therefore rarely sharing my passions/interests with them, and frankly, that might have contributed to the fact that I often keep a lot of things to myself even today.
And then in my 20s, I just got more and more eccentric: I studied in many different fields at university, hung out with a lot of weird people, didn't have much plans for the future (or at least not conventional ones)... my family just couldn't keep track of what the fuck I was up to. And I also had prolonged periods where I wasn't dating girls steadily (ie. stable girlfriends), so I was rarely presenting girls to my family and they likely questioned my sexuality. I'm pretty sure that my father thought that I was gay at some point... little did he know that I was having crazy sex with quite a few gorgeous fuckbuddies.
To this day, the same dynamics remain in my family: I'm the eccentric misfit and my sister is the admirable/successful one. Funnily enough, I'm the most educated/knowledgeable/healthy/fit member of my family (and probably the happiest too), whereas my sister constantly complains about her extra-weight, her daily schedule, and I also have reasons to believe that things aren't going all that well in her couple. But still, when I open up about my fitness regimens it's perceived as extremely abnormal within my family, whereas my parents were deeply enthusiastic when my sister bought a stationary bike for $150 (which she only used twice). Consequently, I rarely open up about the books I read, the museums I visit, the music I make, or my general life ambitions... my parents just wouldn't understand. And I certainly won't reveal to them what I'm doing here on LushStories, haha.
Despite all of this, my parents still often try to establish a connection with me. But that's not the kind of connection where they'd be truly appreciative of me, they simply want to supervise my life and show me the 'right path' (haha). Needless to say, it gets on my fucking nerves, especially since I stopped perceiving my parents as 'models' since I was around 13-year-old. More particularly, my mother has a very commanding personality (likely due to her Irish genes) and is deeply interested in all that spiritual/paranormal literature, so the least I open up about myself, she starts regurgitating all sorts of transcendental nonsense which simply makes me roll my eyes. There's barely any equitable dialogue with my parents; just a whole lot of derision and/or commands directed my way. I genuinely feel like an inadequate dimwit when I'm in my family.
I might sound very resentful about all of this. I am in a way, but I don't hold my parents responsible; I simply don't fit in my own family, that's just the way things are. And frankly at this point in my life, I really don't expect things to change and I'm rather accustomed to being independent anyway. I still profoundly love my parents (and I'm sure they love me too), but sadly we keep loving each others from quite a distance. And they only have a very vague idea about who I really am.
As the saying goes... we can't choose our family; thank God we can choose our friends.
