SO sex and other cognitive dissonances
After The Big Fail the other night, my SO wanted to follow up on how different sex is for women than men. So I was on the receiving end of this treatise on how much effort it is to work up to it (uh, ok), then the cleanup afterward (well, ok, yeah, but it's not like the guy doesn't have some of that too), and how it's just such a Big Deal (tm). Which if you have nearly zero sex drive, ok, I suppose I can't argue with any of that. And I'm not a woman, so I wouldn't know.
Yet today my SB had no trouble "working up to" ripping my pants off, and going at it for hours on end, with at least a 4:1 orgasm ratio. And if we had more time she was definitely up for more. I feel bad, as my background stress level is so high these days that I have trouble keeping up with her.
But it's just amazing how much having an actual sex drive makes those pesky logistical details fade into the background noise.
You never know where the memories will come from
Communicated with a 40 something married MILF on SA a month or so ago. I drive the Norfolk to DC I-95 corridor a couple of times a month and she lives along the way. Scheduled a M&G one week, followed by our first FC meeting two weeks later. Claims I am I am her third man ever. Met at a hotel and she was rocking, multi orgasmic and clearly deprived on the man stick. Continued convo after and I got a bit nasty talking about taking her back door. Said she had never done that, I said I was going to make it happen. She met me at hotel again tonight and we went at it like horny teenagers. I took her cherry ass as part of the process. I can't tell you what a thrill it was do her. I was careful and gentle but by the time we were at the end of the movie she was bucking back into me like her life depended on it. Took her to a nice dinner after, returned to the room and did it again. A great memory created. Taking the anal cherry of a married woman and having her love it was an incredible experience for an old guy like me. And I forgot to give her my gift when I sent her on her way. I had asked her to text me when she got home to make sure she arrived safely (we had shared an entire bottle of wine) and she never even mentioned it. Life is good (or at least tonight it is).