Would you rather your desire for it fade gracefully as you age or try to prolong it till the bitter end as you stand with one foot on a banana peel and the other in the grave like an old debauchee?
deb·au·chee
/dəˌbôˈCHē/
noun: debauchee ; plural noun: debauchees
a person given to excessive indulgence in sensual pleasures
I’m 41 and think about it probably more than when I was a teenager. My desire, stamina, and recovery time really have gone unchanged but my imagination and experience to draw from has obviously become greater, which I think makes me want it even more.
If I had my druthers I’d have a few wives and we’d probably do it three times a day (if they were wives that probably means I would simply have more women in my life that I don’t have sex with often enough). Women are not built to handle sex drives like mine long term.
Man, I’m 60, on TRT & I spend my time with women who are 20 years younger. So, I suppose that gives you my answer. There’s no way that I want to fade away. Sex is just too damn good to even think about giving up on. If I have my way I’ll drop dead trying to catch my breath from an intense orgasm.
What if you have a heart attack during a marathon session?
Would you wish you had faded away like an withering carnation in the sunflower fields of life or celebrate the fact that you kicked it into overdrive till the bitter end like a true coochie assassin soldier?
Mine has faded a ton. I do find it helps out your overall mood to not be interested in sex all the time. Literally nothing stresses me or angers me anymore.