What’s In A Number?
Recently someone ask me if sex at
55 was the same as sex at 20. The
question itself made me smile as if I was some wise old shaman who the unenlightened
scaled sheer cliffs to question and, in turn, gain the wisdom of the ages. You
know… I felt like @instructor144 . *winks*But back to the question. In essence, what the OP wanted to know was “does
sex get better or worse with age.” Such
a simple question on the surface. Kind
of like what it means to be submissive.
Yeah. There are no simple answers
to either of those questions. Trust me.The act of sex itself has not changed
since I was 20 years old. At least I am not aware of any changes and I do
attempt to stay up-to-date. (My work
ethic in play.) However, what I am both
able to participate in within the physical acts and, more importantly, what I
find most enjoyable have changed quite a bit in three and a half decades. My limbs no longer appreciate being held in
awkward poses (with or without the assistance of bondage aids) for long periods
of time and will now repay my erotic enthusiasm with pulled muscles and
stabbing pains. On the other hand, I’ve learned to do things with my tongue
that 20-year-old Ginger would never have attempted, much less enjoyed.And let us not forget that sex is
only partly about the physical act in the first place. Age, and thus experience, help us understand
the true role of emotional connections without which truly amazing sex cannot
occur. At 20, I was more about running
my hands and mouth over a firm body. At 55, I am more interested in knowing
what makes the mind of my man tick. And that knowledge when used properly gives
me the ability to offer him more fulfilling erotic experiences than a mere hot
tongue can ever achieve on its own.By the way, this idea is the same
in every facet of your life as you age.
With time and experience, you change. This is not meant to mean that you
are withering away and just can’t do the stuff you did as a kid. Trust me. If I WANT to slip my butt onto a
piece of cardboard and slide down a hill screaming and laughing, I’m going to
do it. If I WANT to pick up a 20-ish
body builder at a beach bar kissing contest and take him to the hotel for a one-night
stand, I will. The difference is that
now I realize it’s my choice. All of it. And with choices come consequences –
some awesome enough to write stories about and some you’d love to wipe from
your memories forever. Knowing enough to match consequences to actions BEFORE I
do them is the beauty of age and experience. Not caring about them because you have
a lifetime to get over it is the beauty of youth.Be who you are. Revel in the glory
of your experience – vast or shallow still. Live for the day whether you are 20
or 80. As long as it’s SSC (and your muscles
allow it), the world is yours for the exploring.In the end, we only live once. But
if we do it right, once is enough. *winks*
Be who you are. Revel in the glory of your experience – vast or shallow still. Live for the day whether you are 20 or 80. As long as it’s SSC (and your muscles allow it), the world is yours for the exploring.
In the end, we only live once. But if we do it right, once is enough. *winks*– @thegingerpowers
This is so well said! It’s the same for me!
One thing that’s changed? I remember a chart from quite a few years ago on gender differences in preferences for sex vs. intimacy over time. Younger women expressed much stronger preferences for intimacy, younger men for sex. The lines trended together and intersected a little after age 40 (42 I think.)
This has certainly been true for me. I still love sex very much. But while I was always affectionate and attracted to the person and not just her pussy, it now really, really matters who I’m with. And not just what we’re doing.
I’m also so much less solemn about sex now.
I don’t come as easily as I once did so when I do it’s amazingly intimate and vulnerable and sweet and… sounds almost silly saying it… and now coming with someone is just so, so hot!
Decades later my entire body is sore as hell after a weekend in bed interrupted only for trips out for meals and walks or drives to see the local sights. But… decades previously I was… just as sore in all the same places.
Finally? When I was a teenager I liked to talk. I still do (how long is this post getting?!?!) But now although I’m sure there will always, always be room for improvement, I also love to listen. In and out of bed.
TheGingerPowers’ lovers are very, very fortunate. She sounds wise as well as wonderful, in and out of bed.
