How Long is Enough?

No, I don't mean linear measure – my ladies and I are quite satisfied with my very average 15cm - rather, I mean elapsed time. Besides, 2cm of tongue seems to elicit more pleasure.

 

My question arises from age related changes. In 'normal' sexual relations, the length of time involved is essentially always determined by the male's time to ejaculation. In my earliest experience, with premature ejaculation issues, 2 minutes was about my mean. I have read research that suggests the average length of copulation is 5-7 minutes.

But for we senior citizens (I'm just a year away from my 'soixante neuf' year), with ED (pharmacological assistance required) and prostate issues, ejaculation at all is rare. So without ejaculation, how/when does an encounter end?

 

Now I admit that my personal situation limits my sexual 'relations' to financially constrained time limits. Some ladies seem to impose their own personal limit of around 10 minutes before the “Have you come yet?” question. Most are quite unfamiliar with men that don't cum, and feel professionally inadequate that they have not been able to 'satisfy' their client to 'completion'. And of course they have to 'keep' themselves ready for other clients during the day/night. And as a profession as a whole, they are not there for their own satisfaction – although I am blessed to have a few very special regular ladies that I see that tend toward the 'nympho' end of the market.

 

So between kissing and cuddling, two way oral and a variety of positions, we generally last 45-60 minutes before we have 'had enough', although it's generally my call. Further, I have very sensitive skin, so friction 'burn' is also a factor, irrespective of lubricant, or condom or not. Thank God for tongues.

 

So fair readers, back to my question, “How long is enough?” I would be very interested to hear your comments and of your 'measure'.

The End of The World - Almost

T'was the Friday before Christmas and all the stars had aligned.  If the ancient Mayan's were to be believed, then the 21st Dec, 2012, being the final day of their "perpetual" calendar, was the day of "The End of The World".  

Now I had just lost my job and the economic situation was looking grim for anything else in the foreseeable future, the family situation was also getting hectic and Mrs. Thomas was being as obnoxious as ever.  I had an invitation to meet with some ex-colleagues for Christmas drinks, so I had an excuse to escape from home for a few hours.  Not knowing when I would again have the readies (cash or time) for another opportunity (if in fact Saturday did arrive), I thought "If tonight is The End of the World, then I'm going to go out with a BANG!"

I rang ahead to my favourite bordello, but was disappointed to find that "Special K" was already booked (I had a tight timetable and couldn't wait).  I found that Miss A was available and booked her for an hour.  Now whilst Miss A is very, very nice, she is also rather "naughty" so I only see her if I'm particularly desperate, and so if tonight was to be the night to end all nights, then, what the fuck, I've got nothing to loose.

Miss A is a short, middle-aged Chinese lady and despite her strong accented English, we have had a lot of laughs together.  Last time I saw her, she had just had hot chilli noodles for lunch, which put a completely new angle on a "hot blow job".  After some very hot, tasty kissing, I went down on her and gave her a little bit in return.

So back to Friday the 21st.  We quickly get reacquainted and after some preliminary body exploration and lots of passionate kissing, I give Miss A the Thomas-the-Tongue-Engine special.  After a couple of body shuddering orgasms, I come up for a cuddle.  

I have already mentioned that Miss A is quite short, and whilst we cuddle side-by-side, she is the perfect height for my knob to nestle into her cleft.  Being the horny, nymphomaniac that she is, with a little wriggle, she has her lady-bits wrapped around my tip, pleasuring herself.

In no time, she has rolled over on top of me and fully impaled herself on me. Now regular followers of this blog will know that 'normally', old Tom doesn't easily come if at all (an age thing), but with Miss A I have the opposite problem, because I know I would have almost zero chance of a second shot.  So I have to get Miss A to slow down and pause every now and again to allow my sensitivity to die down.  After 5-10 minutes of control, my sensitivity has backed off sufficiently for Miss A to take me through her extensive repertoire of moves.  What sensations - what a sight.

With less than 10 minutes left, I feel the heat rising in my shaft and warn Miss A. In a flash she is off me and wraps her mouth around me.  Now as other reviewers agree, Miss A does a vacuum-cleaner like blowjob, and tonight is no exception. We both collapse back onto the bed, exhausted and have a chat and a laugh or two.

But all good time have to come to and end (even if the calendar didn't) and I head off to Christmas drinks.

Sex and Aging

I guess its easy to write-off our wife’s loss of libido to aging and menopause, but there is also an impact of aging on our (men’s) sex life too (if not quite as severe as total loss of libido) that needs to be discussed more.  I am writing this from experience, being in the middle of it, so YMMV.

I come from a history of “hair-trigger” and learnt early on to prolong and enjoy foreplay before “the event”.  And so it was on my first punt some 25 years ago.  It was an overnight business trip away, I was sick of porn and needed the “real thing”.  Now this was before showers in bedrooms so I was washed by the lady from a bowl of warm water (does that give my age away?  It was all of $20 (which I claimed as a business meal allowance)).  Into bed, a little foreplay, then into “it” and, “bam”, it was over in 30 seconds.  So my feeling about my first experience of punting, was “Is that all there is?  What a waste of time and money”.

Fast forward to my middle fifties.  Home “life” had got so bad I was getting quite depressed and so tried punting again.  Fortunately, the first lady I saw was extremely helpful, took command, calmed my nerves, the main event lasted longer than 30 seconds and a most enjoyable time was had all round.  But over the following 3-4 years, I noticed significant changes.

Now of course, condoms reduce sensitivity which help subdue the “hair trigger”, but I then found myself losing my erection mid-stream.  Fortunately, I have a very understanding GP doctor who prescribed Viagra. Wow!  (The pros and cons of Viagra deserve a separate posting).  Not only was I enjoying “the ride” much more, but in combination with my new skills in DATY, my ladies seemed to find more enjoyment in riding a thick, rock-hard cock.  From 30 seconds, I could now last 20-30 MINUTES!  The journey was now more important (and pleasant?) than the “destination”.

But my prolonged fucking sessions masked something else that crept up on me.  I suddenly realised that more and more, I wouldn’t cum at all.  To some degree, it was in fact due to prolonged sessions that in fact decreased my sensitivity.  I discussed this with my understanding doctor, who advised that it was simply due to declining testosterone levels with age, and to just enjoy the ride.

I also noticed something else changing.  When I started punting again, I promised myself a FOTM (after abysmal annual or biennial attempts at home).  Needless to say, I soon found I had an “ache” after a fortnight, and by three weeks, I just had to go and “get my rocks off”. (Yes my young readers, I do remember my youth when the “urge” hit a couple times a day, but I never got the chance back then to “scratch that itch”).  But in the last year or so, I have found that that physical urgency just doesn’t come much any more.  There is a psychological “need” for the warmth and intimacy, but the physical “need” has declined markedly.

In the early stages, I think there was a sense of anger over my past situation, and I set out to visit as many parlours and ladies as I could financially and physically manage.  But I seem to have worked that out of my system and have found a parlour where I have a half a dozen or so lovely ladies that tick all my boxes, and I find much more pleasure in seeing my regulars.

With respect to not cumming very often, I have settled into several different patterns.

1. There are times when I really do need to cum, so I avoid masturbation for at least a week, then in our session, enjoy all the delights and varieties of foreplay, then in the main course, not try and prolong it but with my lady’s assistance with various squeezing and pressure techniques, achieve a happy ending.  I am very lucky in having a couple of favourite ladies who at times, to bring our session across the line, have removed the offending desensitizer for a natural or OWO (BBBJ) finish.
2. Then there are other times when “cumming” just isn’t important to me and my lady and I just enjoy the whole gammut of sexual pleasures including a wide variety of positions of the old fashioned....
3. Finally, with some ladies, the specialty is all oral, and one particular favourite has acquired a taste and provides that most explosive CIM finish ever.

As for the future, that remains to be seen.  I read of men having a fulfilling sex life into their 80’s - if I could be that lucky.

My next age related hurdle will be retirement and the loss of that regular income that has made my punting hobby possible.  Perhaps I will have to become acquainted with a circle of divorcees and widows that need some “comfort”!