How ar you going to express your kink when you're 85?

AAkasha

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Have you ever thought about that?

(input from 85 year olds encouraged).

Or, what about when your mind, imagination and desires are still in full throttle, but your body can't take it any longer?

Akasha
 
My body is pretending to be 85 lately, so I'm watching this for other people's ideas. Right now, my meds have basically killed my sexuality and my submissive/husband is essentially left to cope and whack off to his favorite gay porn. Surely there must be more to life.
 
AAkasha said:
Or, what about when your mind, imagination and desires are still in full throttle, but your body can't take it any longer?
If i have my mental faculties and a voice, no problem.
 
If my mind works but the body doesn't, maybe I will put my thoughts on sex in writing (for my own use).
 
I can't imagine caring about any of this bullshit when I am 85; if I'm lucky to live so long.
 
I'm not going to live to 85, but if I were to, I wouldn't worry about it now. The condition I'd be in at that time would pretty much take care of this question. When you lose mobility partially or completely and the simplest things in life (eating, walking, perhaps even breathing) become tremendously difficult, when the senses dull (or, if you're very unlucky disappear), when pain is your constant companion and assails you from all sides, physical sex and thoughts of it pretty much fly out the window, even if you have a very strong will.
 
Expressing my kink when I am that kind of age..

I have a tattoo on my thigh of a fairy kneeling down tied in bondage with a small BDSM symbol. Any care assistant helping an old senile woman who leers at all the young men and constantly tries to grab their crotch just for a quick feel is going to wonder all kinds of things. ;)

When a very quiet care assistant is drying me from a bath or shower I will start begging her to spank me in a really loud voice.

I want my sons to bring me calenders of young men wearing nothing but a bit of engine oil and grease allowing me to drool because I have good memories not because my teeth don't fit.

I want to unravel the thread from my clothes and use it to tie pretty knots.

When a scarf is put around my neck to keep me warm on a day out, I will move it so that it looks as if I am wearing a gag.

When having my hair permed (all old ladies in care homes get their hair permed whether they want it or not!) I will demand the curlers are put in really tight until it hurts.

And if my sons see fit to put me in a home that has a dog, I will spend most of my days chasing it and trying to get its collar and lead.

Shame I have to wait so long :devil:
 
shy slave said:
Expressing my kink when I am that kind of age..

I have a tattoo on my thigh of a fairy kneeling down tied in bondage with a small BDSM symbol. Any care assistant helping an old senile woman who leers at all the young men and constantly tries to grab their crotch just for a quick feel is going to wonder all kinds of things. ;)

When a very quiet care assistant is drying me from a bath or shower I will start begging her to spank me in a really loud voice.

I want my sons to bring me calenders of young men wearing nothing but a bit of engine oil and grease allowing me to drool because I have good memories not because my teeth don't fit.

I want to unravel the thread from my clothes and use it to tie pretty knots.

When a scarf is put around my neck to keep me warm on a day out, I will move it so that it looks as if I am wearing a gag.

When having my hair permed (all old ladies in care homes get their hair permed whether they want it or not!) I will demand the curlers are put in really tight until it hurts.

And if my sons see fit to put me in a home that has a dog, I will spend most of my days chasing it and trying to get its collar and lead.

Shame I have to wait so long :devil:
LOL

I dont want to live that long....... but if I do I hope my hubby will still be around........ and we will find a way like we alwys do.
 
Netzach said:
My body is pretending to be 85 lately, so I'm watching this for other people's ideas. Right now, my meds have basically killed my sexuality and my submissive/husband is essentially left to cope and whack off to his favorite gay porn. Surely there must be more to life.

:rose: for Netzach :rose:

Some days Master feels like He is 85 too, the mind is willing but the flesh will not co-operate. Those days are the times He orders me to play with our toys while He watches, or if He feels up to a blowjob we lay down facing each other and I do most of the work. Notice I said "most" because it will usually end up with my hair being grabbed and my face being fucked :D

At these times He is in control of my orgasms, I'm not allowed to cum until I get permission. We have a new leather paddle that gives plenty of sting without too much effort so He can still spank me :D

If worst comes to worst we can be two elderly pervs in our wheelchairs parked outside the nursing home watching all the pretty girls walk past.....;) :D
 
shy slave said:
Expressing my kink when I am that kind of age..

I have a tattoo on my thigh of a fairy kneeling down tied in bondage with a small BDSM symbol. Any care assistant helping an old senile woman who leers at all the young men and constantly tries to grab their crotch just for a quick feel is going to wonder all kinds of things. ;)

When a very quiet care assistant is drying me from a bath or shower I will start begging her to spank me in a really loud voice.

I want my sons to bring me calenders of young men wearing nothing but a bit of engine oil and grease allowing me to drool because I have good memories not because my teeth don't fit.

I want to unravel the thread from my clothes and use it to tie pretty knots.

When a scarf is put around my neck to keep me warm on a day out, I will move it so that it looks as if I am wearing a gag.

When having my hair permed (all old ladies in care homes get their hair permed whether they want it or not!) I will demand the curlers are put in really tight until it hurts.

And if my sons see fit to put me in a home that has a dog, I will spend most of my days chasing it and trying to get its collar and lead.

Shame I have to wait so long :devil:

I think this is the most fun part of getting old. Most old people are now more or less the same as they where when they where 30. Will there be 90-year-olds waring what's left of their hair long, having posters on the walls of rock-bands wich oldest member died 30 years ago, reading sci-fi novels and listen to heavy metal?
I don't know but it will be fun to find out... :D
 
Slide show nights of "when I was young" with my old pervy friends, with the defib on standby.
When the carers take my teeth out to clean them, asking them to take out my body jewellery and giving them a soak and scrub too."can you put in the star shaped nipple shields today?"
Offering my body to the local nursing college to practice giving needles.
Asking the male carers to pay particular attention to my feet after a shower,give them a rub with my bunion cream, and close my eyes and remember.
Get someone to build a display cabinet for my shoes and boots, daring the female carers to try to walk in them.
Inspect the cleaners work and when theres something not done properly, threaten to put it in my punishment book.
And make someone park my wheelchair with a good view of a construction site once a week so I can perve on all the hard bodies.
Make leather toys.Complain loudly when they wont put my work on the fundraising stall.
Insist that amyl nitrate works better than glycerine trinitrate for my angina.

With my family history of lung cancer and heart disease, I'm trusting 85 wont happen. No-one's made 70 in 2 generations.I'm not one to break with tradition.
 
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble
up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick
along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of
my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and
grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and a pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and
beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our
rent and not swear in the street. And set a good example
for the children. We will have friends to dinner and read
the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

~ Jenny Joseph ~
 
If things get worse as you get older, I don't want to get older. My family has a history of long life, but my family is pretty healthy. Most people in my family don't develop problems till they're in their late fourtys, early fifty's.

But if I do get that old, I'm think I'm gonna have my kids put me in the same home as shy. :devil:

Ooh, that's an idea. Me, shy, dolf, and snowy could all go in the same home . . . what do you all think? :D
 
graceanne said:
If things get worse as you get older, I don't want to get older. My family has a history of long life, but my family is pretty healthy. Most people in my family don't develop problems till they're in their late fourtys, early fifty's.

But if I do get that old, I'm think I'm gonna have my kids put me in the same home as shy. :devil:

Ooh, that's an idea. Me, shy, dolf, and snowy could all go in the same home . . . what do you all think? :D


:nana: :nana: :nana:

But will the staff cope :confused:
 
My friend's dad is eighty one now, and he's in good health despite a triple heart bypass ten years ago.

He's a kinky bastard. A real pervert in a very charming but sick way. He smokes pot and talks about Satre a lot without being pretentious. An inspiration to be around, I have never met anyone like him at that age. He has a high sex drive but has to be content with writing horny erotic novels and wanking a lot since he can't find a woman who is willing to give it up with someone so old.

A shame I say.

If I weren't married, I really might be tempted... :D (I sorta mean that too)

So there is hope, thats what I say, hope for us all.
 
AAkasha said:
...Or, what about when your mind, imagination and desires are still in full throttle, but your body can't take it any longer?

Akasha
Why would you bring up such cruel thoughts?
 
graceanne said:
If things get worse as you get older, I don't want to get older. My family has a history of long life, but my family is pretty healthy. Most people in my family don't develop problems till they're in their late fourtys, early fifty's.

But if I do get that old, I'm think I'm gonna have my kids put me in the same home as shy. :devil:

Ooh, that's an idea. Me, shy, dolf, and snowy could all go in the same home . . . what do you all think? :D
can I come too?
 
landcruisergal said:
can I come too?

Oh, totally. Maybe if we're really really goooooooood, they'll have to send in someone to find out why the staff turnover is so high at our retirement home.


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Oh . . . NETZACH! :devil:
 
graceanne said:
Oh, totally. Maybe if we're really really goooooooood, they'll have to send in someone to find out why the staff turnover is so high at our retirement home.

We could open our own and use it as a training ground. Make it part of the key selection criteria.
With contracts with a local orthopedic surgeon, cardiologist and local sex workers.
Making sure the floors are well padded, and rooms are soundproofed.
Special padded equipment in the gym and hydro pool.
A comfy theatre and a good selection of hardcore porn.
A cage in the dining room for naughty carers and for dancers we can hire in so we can be entertained whilst we eat.
but seriously....

I guess I will express myself in art and writing my memoirs and erotic fiction.
I would love to create a collage of images and my toys, totally cover a wall.Make it tactile as well as visual so I can touch and remember.A sliding panel so as not to offend visitors.
I would like to become more tuned to gentle sensuality.My partner can stroke and tickle me, whilst I am bound and blindfolded.
Massage and bathe me,Perform for my pleasure.Feed me strawberries and cream.
When I am old I shall have the time to take it slow.
 
landcruisergal said:
We could open our own and use it as a training ground. Make it part of the key selection criteria.
With contracts with a local orthopedic surgeon, cardiologist and local sex workers.
Making sure the floors are well padded, and rooms are soundproofed.
Special padded equipment in the gym and hydro pool.
A comfy theatre and a good selection of hardcore porn.
A cage in the dining room for naughty carers and for dancers we can hire in so we can be entertained whilst we eat.
but seriously....

I guess I will express myself in art and writing my memoirs and erotic fiction.
I would love to create a collage of images and my toys, totally cover a wall.Make it tactile as well as visual so I can touch and remember.A sliding panel so as not to offend visitors.
I would like to become more tuned to gentle sensuality.My partner can stroke and tickle me, whilst I am bound and blindfolded.
Massage and bathe me,Perform for my pleasure.Feed me strawberries and cream.
When I am old I shall have the time to take it slow.


Sounds a lot like KC's 'retirement for overworked, underpaid subs. I guess the only difference is that the dom/me could come, too. :D
 
curiousjen said:
My friend's dad is eighty one now, and he's in good health despite a triple heart bypass ten years ago.

He's a kinky bastard. A real pervert in a very charming but sick way. He smokes pot and talks about Satre a lot without being pretentious. An inspiration to be around, I have never met anyone like him at that age. He has a high sex drive but has to be content with writing horny erotic novels and wanking a lot since he can't find a woman who is willing to give it up with someone so old.

A shame I say.

If I weren't married, I really might be tempted... :D (I sorta mean that too)

So there is hope, thats what I say, hope for us all.


This is more like my plan, though I don't smoke. Maybe if I make 70 I will start then, seems opportune. I have made it clear that should my medical condition ever become very dire I want a PhD to come and read me Milton or or something like that, no rabbis or priests.

I can write and think about sex only minimally though, it really bites. More evidence that prednisone is the nastiest crap ever. I've had a huge libido my entire adult life -- till now!
 
graceanne said:
Oh, totally. Maybe if we're really really goooooooood, they'll have to send in someone to find out why the staff turnover is so high at our retirement home.


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Oh . . . NETZACH! :devil:


LOL, I can only hope or pretend I have to walk with a cane.
 
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