First of all, if you don't like the title of this post, you have my permission to replace "God" with whatever you want that suits your religious preferences or lack thereof.
So on with the post:
I have often read that Women reach their sexual peak at around age 35 and boys reach their sexual peak around 18. This is horrible because the society here in the U.S. seems to prefer our romances with the older man and the pretty, young Girl (see the creepy photo just above). So our sexual peaks are never really hitting at the same time to provide the explosiveness it was meant to.
So the 35 year old Woman could be living in frustration because Her mate of the same age may be more interested in his weekend car project or a koi pond that he is with Her. Because according to conventional wisdom men get a little less touchy, feely and sexual as they age. Prior to coming clean with M.A. and recharging my libido, I was definitely losing some steam in the sexual department. It wasn't that I didn't already adore Her or love Her, it was just biology.
So that is good news! In spite of biological predispositions, the prospect of really good lovemaking can override the sexual hibernation of mid-life. Unless that recharge involves the new secretary at work and not the Wife at home, then it isn't good news. So this is a big argument for a Woman to embrace Her Dominance, because it is helping to do what is best for the couple's sexual needs.
The other part of this post is that I think the sexual peak of 18 for boys is a little old. I would say I was ready to go 10 times a day when I was about 14. This is a big part of the make-up of my sexuality because it is during this period that I wanted something so badly that I couldn't have.
I remember that age when I was getting erections indiscriminately in school and adding to the embarrassment was the fact that in the 80s, it was cool to wear sweat pants, or even spandex in public. Yeah, really what were we thinking!? So there I was with my boner which was tough because bear in mind: I had never even seen a nude Woman in the flesh, I had no knowledge of what to do with it except an idea of where it was supposed to go based on pictures. So this led to walking around wanting relief and in a constant state of sexual denial. The only relief came from pictures, which were hard to come by in the 80s. If you can recall that long ago, there were no interwebs in the 80s. No net=no online porn. Boys have it so easy nowdays!
When I was a kid in the 80s, we had to walk 6 miles, uphill through the snow both ways, wearing only spandex and maybe legwarmers and jelly bracelets just to steal a peek at a Playboy that someone stole from the 7-11 and hid behind a garbage can. Then when actually masturbating, we had to use our memories to do it, we didn't have a nice computer with porn to help. Kids nowadays!
So in thinking of this peak of sexuality and its inherent frustration because of my tender age. I came up with a scenario. I was sharing this with Mistress Amanda a few days ago and She liked it. What if: I had to return to that time when I couldn't see a nude Woman. Perhaps i would have to turn my back when M.A. was nude, or be blindfolded. Maybe not being allowed to gaze upon Her breasts or ass or mound, but blindfolded when allowed to worship Her for Her pleasure. Just never allowed to see her for the pleasure of my own. We men are visual creatures, so not being allowed to see Her for a week would be excruciating, I don't know how I ever made it to the ripe age of 18 before I saw my first nude Woman, through the glass of a peepshow window.
I wondered if this would capture that same frustration that I felt as a boy. In the time when even looking, but not touching was a privilege; because more often there wasn't any looking OR touching. Maybe exploring touching, but not looking would be enough to turn the tables on any man in his mid-life doldrums.
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