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You can increase your sexual pleasure in several ways. This site TheCage has many doors leading to that knowledge. I will start with the one sure way that is universal.

Abstain until you feel like Mount Penatuboe about to explode.

Next, you and your lover tease each other until you are propelled to embrace one another and fall on the floor.

If you and your lover have a disagreement, hold out for a reconciliation until make-up sex is the only option.

And finally? List all the kinks, fetishes, habits, and experiments listed on this site and work on one at a time or as many as you can at a time. Focus on what you have never done with your lover or what your lover has done with you.

"Albert Einstein had an active, often unconventional personal life marked by multiple affairs, two marriages, and a view that monogamy was an artificial, "bitter" social construct. He famously quipped, "Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love," and maintained roughly 10 intimate relationships outside his marriages."  the equation ?  Sex=love x pleasure²

I have one big secret for life as we age: use it or you lose it. OK, it isn't original. Joints that work together as I play guitar are working better since I practice each day. Singing voice has regained some range. My worn hip is even bothering me less because I cut the lawn (careful not to overdo it). My senses are good as I pet my cat and dog several times a day. A neighbor I did not know well, and I have conversations with now, and her husband, too, squeak me into socializing a minuscule bit. I compensate for a rusty drawing hand with old artists' tricks. Most of all, I use my brain for all of the above, plus a chess lesson every day and a theoretical physics video every day.  My favorites include Feynman because he is so eloquent to understand. One big fear.

My greatest fear is that as the hourglass dribbles grains of sand, the longer I lack a lover, the more sensuality and sexuality evaporate. I believe I can only go so long without a muse before I disappear from life.

The "Seven Grandfathers seem mute on the subject. Image borrowed from Google search.

I am 78, but as active as if I were 70. There is a lot of mileage left in this old guy. Certain places where I see people in my age group are: 1. old-age homes, 2. Hospitals, and 3. senior centers. Throughout history, families and communities were a blend of all age groups. My family used to be like that, but it seems less common in our country over time. Just two decades back, when my late wife and I belonged to a large church, if someone died, the widow or widower was immediately supported, even to the point of a rapid remarriage. It seems contrary to what I thought, but it seemed a new spouse was waiting in the wings when one was nearing their demise. Even this is not enough to send me back to religion. I keep repeating I want a companion, but not at the price of my integrity. pixabay pix

Last night I dreamed you were back again
Larger than life again, holding me tight again
Placing those same kisses on my brow
Sweeter than ever now, lord I remember how
Couldn't get enough of kissing, do you know how much you're missing

No you don't, but I do

 

The irony of this dream? It was my second wife in the dream, not my late wife or my first. I don't know if they are still alive, since the family hasn't been in touch. Those kids have their reasons, and they are wrong. The rest probably don't know where I live.

I just like this song and Mary anyway.

Recently, I was told that since I was married three times and had a love life throughout my life, now that I am seventy-eight and my wife has died, I should not seek another companion/lover because I have had more than some people in this world. I know what I had was fulfilling, and I have been grateful, but should I give up and accept my fate as the song lyrics state (Is that All there Is?).

My kids and stepkids especially do not wish me well.  We tried to raise them with rules and teach them responsibility, while the other parents let them do as they wished without much guidance. So what do you think about their attitude? No surprise.

Dearest Muse,

I, for now, must love you in my imagination. You are with me when I rise and have my morning coffee, let the dog out in the backyard, and feed my cat. Together we survey the calendar and plan our day. We see which chores must be accomplished and whether we have any appointments.

Without warning, you put your arms around me and say, "I love you." I pause and say, "I love you more." We laugh together.

We are grateful and happy to have another day together.

Maybe we'll shop for some fresh food or take a ride through the hills, forest, and farms. We will stop occasionally to talk to animals close enough to the road.

I hold you in my heart and cherish you wherever you are at this very moment.

Love

Andron (image pixabay)

For most of my life, I have been honest to a fault. No, I am human despite my brother's, some of whom think I am an alien. I did smoke pot in my teens, and I drank alcohol starting around fourteen, when I also began smoking cigarettes. I stole some food when my mom was raising me and two of my brothers. I took a tool now and then. What am I trying to say? I am real.

I began to understand as I was aging, and my wife's disease was surely taking her away from me. Not in death long before that. I knew I did not want to end my days alone. I began to look for a woman to love and love me. So here is the real me too.

I still look young for my age. I am active, and my mind is very sharp. My capacity to love a woman has increased with life experience. BUT: I have survived congestive heart failure since 2005 and continue to do so with healthcare. I abstain from alcohol, which affects me negatively in more than one way. I wear hearing aids. My left eye has a cataract beginning to form. I have arthritis here and there, so I use those joints to keep them working, but the most challenging is that I probably need my right hip replaced.  

So if a muse and lover wants me despite all that, you have to take me as I am. pixabay image

Here are Metaphors for a man and a woman who are attracted to one another, not perfectionists, and committed to blending into each other's being. One man, one woman, time, experimenting and forming "a one" entity. Or are these superficial, and what really happens is mysterious and hidden?

1. Cake mix sweet and savory at he same time with nuts and raisins mixed in.

2. A River dark and deep, but the surface barely shows a current.

3. Leaf blowing in the wind.

4. A Garden growing, diverse but harmonious.

5. A steam furnace with high presssue building.

 (last image) I like to believe they are like two souls or spirits and their relationship goes beyond time and place.

All images pixabay.com

" Watson, I need you." "Go ahead, make my day."  "What we have here is a failure to communicate." "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." 

"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse".  "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore". "You're gonna need a bigger boat."

"You talkin' to me?" "I'll be back." "Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."

"I'm walking here!" "What are you doing?" "Nothing." pixabay image

What do you want most to be loved, to be cherished, to be needed, or to be wanted? All? Yes, as many as possible, but maybe one being emphasized at a time?

It amazes me how an attractive woman still arouses me at my age. When most of us were younger, we couldn't imagine the sexuality of people older than sixty (perhaps even younger than that). What a surprise to learn that no matter how old one is, as long as he or she is healthy, they still can have a benefit from having a sex life. But with age comes a balance, yet simple touching goes to the depths of my being. I miss that feeling.

I find a woman has to deliberately discourage a man's admiration by forcing herself to walk so as not to attract him, especially me. And for me, one look into the eyes of some women is like being hit by a bolt of lightning. Maybe I will be this way until my dust returns to the stars. I hope so.