Oh to be young again

[UtilityCurve]

I'm facing it: I'm not the animal I once was.

I know a young girl/woman expects one. Fine. I hope a woman with some experience knows that older guys cannot do what 21 year-old men can do. They get harder quicker, come more voluminously (usually his hangup rather than hers--she seems to derive +95% of her satisfaction from his being able [or willing] to come inside of her) and recover for round two. Fact. No amount of wishing defeats biology and time.

It's sweet and loving and sexy to hear our ladies thrill to whatever their men CAN do. Speaking for myself (though I suspect most men "get it") I understand you wish you had that animal to tame: Your body is his be-all and end-all. But his inability to do what he did at 23 at 43 or 63 ... you have to believe me: You are as delicious to him as he was when you were a scared youngster (and he was a stupid boy).

Sex doesn't get worse with age; it gets different.

 

[briancamdudetenger2018]

there are xxx stories about old people turning young again lol

 

[JackStayII]

Oh, to be young again with the knowledge and experience I now have.

 

[harv]

I stole this from somewhere else. It is a good read for this topic. I sent it to my wife and it was very well received. I am still functional but as stated above, age does affect us.
Women, learn to love a soft cock. I hope the men read this and are edified, but this one is written for the ladies. Michelangelo’s David stands in eternal readiness, carved in marble, all coiled potential and quiet alertness. And if you really look, you will notice something that modern eyes have been trained to misunderstand.He is soft. Not weak, broken, lacking, simply in a shape that you, through culture, conditioning and your own insecurities, has made wrong in your mind. For some strange reason, we decided that a man’s cock must always be a flag at full mast, and that a woman’s worth, beauty, desirability, and erotic power must be measured by whether or not it rises, and that his virility is measured by whether it is always that way, or remains that way in your presence. That’s like assuming a man should base his worth and whether he wants to touch hwr on whether his woman’s nipples are constantly hard, her cheeks forever flushed, and pussy everlastingly wet. How absurd.This is a terrible outsourcing of sovereignty.Somewhere along the way, many women were taught - implicitly or explicitly - that their sexuality is not their own. That it is validated in the response of a man’s body. That if he is hard, they are beautiful. If he is soft, they are failing.You also may have never experienced the true pleasure of giving cock worship. The true melting, erotic love that can flow from your lips and tongue and throat, how irresistible that worship can become - how truly you can yearn for it. The opening, clarifying, godly affect of deep throating, of tender worship, of allowing the gravitational pull to open in the back of your throat as he enters.The primordial song that awakens in your own body. When she is ignorant of this gift, she may perceive a cock only for it’s utility - it’s ability to get her off or get her pregnant. This is biologically understandable, but in all other ways it is a tragic reduction of something that is meant to be met as a being that is alive, responsive, and sacred. The cock is incredibly wise, it can serve as a barometer of the health of a man, and a deep indicator of the truth of a connection, but it is not always rational.It is an organ that responds to stress, to fatigue, to fear, to pressure, to emotion, to distraction, to the weight of expectation, to the vulnerability of actually being present.Most men were taught explicitly and implicitly, that their worth as a lover is in how hard their cock is, and how long it remains that way. His worth is only in the pleasure he can give, and the pleasure he can give is only in the strength of his erection. But when I speak with women I respect, those that have done the work of remedying their own adolescent ignorance, they so delight in a soft cock - it’s like they’ve had a toy that they have loved for a long time, and then they realize that the one toy is actually two, and the delight is doubled. When a cock softens, it is not necessarily saying “you are not desirable.” Very often it is saying, “this moment is big,” or “something here is tender,” or “I am scared,” or “I am tired,” or “I am trying too hard,” or “I don’t feel safe enough yet, this pace is incorrect,” or simply, “my nervous system is human.”And yet, how many women have felt their own desire collapse in that moment? How many have felt shame rush in? Or panic? Or the old familiar story: I am not enough.How many women have turned fearful or offended eyes up to his in the silent question of ‘what am I doing wrong, why don’t you like me, am I not sexy enough, why aren’t you working right?’And as his body is trying to send subtle signals to him, he must now shoulder the emotional labor of her reactive insecurity. Be done with that, it is beneath you. Here is the reclamation:Your sexuality does not live in a man’s erection.Your sexuality lives in you.In your breath.In your hips.In your hunger.In your capacity to feel.In your presence.In your radiance.In your yes.In your no.In your way of inhabiting your own body like it is a temple and a wild place both.In your unique expression. When a woman is anchored in herself, something extraordinary happens: she embraces the cock in whatever shape it’s in. Soft, hard, and everything in between. You can meet softness without collapsing or making it mean something about you. You can stay open, warm, embodied, and sovereign.You can feel the absolute delight of a slow, languid arousal, a heat that moves like slow deep magma. And paradoxically - this is often what allows a man to relax, to exhale, to come home to himself… and sometimes, yes, to become hard again. But that is no longer the point.David does not need to be aroused to be magnificent.Neither does the man in front of you. Next time you come face to eye with the soft cock of a beloved, lean into your delight and playfulness. Put it gently in your mouth, softly explore it, feel the difference in texture and movement, feel the way it shapes itself to you, rather than you to it. Hum to it, sing to it, hold it still in your mouth while you rest your head on his thigh, enjoy it’s malleability and it's inherent variability. Don’t forget also the sensitivity of the scrotum. Worship it exactly as it is, as you would wish he would do to you. Let yourself experience the art and medicine of cock worship. And consider that this may not be easeful for him - his whole life he’s been taught (maybe even by you) that what I describe above is repulsive, fake, performative, undesirable, or that you’re only doing it to try to get him hard again, back to being good enough, back to being useful. He may cringe, contract, and maybe even try to stop you, especially if the softening was unexpected. Be gentle, and firm. Make your request to continue and if he says yes, do so gladly. Give it time, and release any expectation. This is a gift. You are speaking to his heart, through the wordless ministrations of your mouth on his cock. You are lending your medicine to the healing of his lineage, past and future. In this moment, you are priestess.