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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.

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.

I intended to post this in the morning, but I am hoping when I wake, I will be more optimistic than when I got up this morning. One nostalgic day a week is enough. Some Days I miss her more than others. I selected some photos of her face to use as a model in order to paint an image of her. She always called me Daddy, and when I read blogs on this site in which subs refer to their Dom as Daddy, it can sadden me. There is a hole in my heart and my life.

Mt dear blog readers, I have good and bad to report concerning my health checks yesterday, no surprise.

I have several arthritic joints, but my hip surprised the doctors because I keep moving, unlike many of their patients who complain and want fast answers. Mind over matter works for me. "I keep moving." I play guitar to overcome arthritis in my fingers (LOL). I eat lemons to keep on singing LOL.  I have a strong will, that is how I avoided a heart transplant from 2005 - 2010. Today, the CT scan of my aorta makes me a little nervous, but like other signs of aging, I "keep keeping on".

My lover and muse, wherever you are, I am not impatient, but do not wait too long to come to me. I need you.

The idea of a domestic sub who can help me in everyday life was presented to me when I was weighed down as a caregiver for eight years as my wife declined. It sounded great until the woman who introduced me to BDSM tricked me into giving her money ( some others did as well). I truly need a domestic sub now, as my housework is not what it used to be. I only just began to appreciate BDSM when things became more critical in my caregiver role.

If I were to meet a woman who was a submissive, domestic, and kinky BDSM woman, I would be overjoyed. I would work hard to make our relationship work, probably fall in love, and practice more kinky things and offer her what good things I could.

The major piece of my life that is missing is making love. Not just sex, not just being satisfied, but the wonderful effect on the human body when engaged in making love on a regular basis. Religion has only two justifications when criticizing making love: 1) Unwanted children, but birth control has that covered if a person is smart, and 2) STDs, and at this time, open source knowledge is readily available to avoid them, and healthcare can cure most forms. The health benefits acquired by making love at least once or twice a week, even in old age, are well known.

HYPOCRACY. I know firsthand how duplicitous some religious people are in depicting themselves as "celibate" and abstaining, knowing full well that state of being is a myth, and even if a human tries to adhere to those guidelines, they will fail, in my opinion. We just are not made to not make love.

I miss making love so very much that I feel I am being tortured.

I cast out my net and thought I would find a kinky artistic muse. I keep tossing the net out, but it returns empty. I think I must find the right crystals, incense, and chants to bring her to me. Any suggestions on which of these to choose?

Now that I have allowed the artist in me to live once more, I have reawakened so much. The complex mindset, as I love experimenting with different mediums and subjects. Photos are good to the degree they don't move and are consistent and varied (beyond what I have in front of me). But photos lack one important feature: I can't touch and feel the subject.

In my early days, I mostly painted landscapes, seascapes, and abstract ideas. One art teacher explained portrait painting as he did it. He collected photos, made sketches of the actual person in front of him, and explained his thoughts as he planned the final product. His work sold for a price I can only dream of.

Yes, I will experiment, focus on different subjects, try different mediums, but I fear I may never have a companion, a lover, to feel and know intimately again. Now that I am free to paint nudes, ¹ nothing would be better than painting a lover I can embrace and love. Paint her image in different ways and settings. Pixabay images

1 My wife was a sub and sexually free in our bedroom, but chose a religion that frowned on nude paintings. I followed her to church and complied with her attitude, but I knew we both truly didn't see art in a sinful light.

Maybe one morning I will awaken to find that I have a new woman in my life, and we are both in love. It could be that after sixty years of having a lover, I am now addicted to love. Absolutely not the worst addiction. Loving sex as part of it is superior to being addicted to sex. I defeated several challenges in my life, such as cigarettes and alcoholic beverages, but I never equate my desire for love as purely lust, so I will not wean myself from love.