Much to my delight I’ve discovered I have an attribute that is well received by my partners. More than once now I’ve been referred to as a Human Fucking Machine. You have to understand, I was married for some two decades. So to find out that you can still hold your own in a very important space is, well, a good shot in the ego. To hear it once is one thing, to hear it several times is another. I’m 45. Yes, I’ve had sex with girls in their 20s. BUT, here is where I get hung up….how can a 45 year old guy who dresses like a slob deliver a better sexual experience than a man of her own age? It just seems like everything about a buff 20 something guy would be better than what a slob dressing 45 year old could deliver. But apparently that isn’t always the case…
After about an hour of steady fucking, where I’d been pounding her relentlessly for a good straight hour while she had a bag over her head, I thought maybe I should check in and see if she’s okay. Only because the fucking is so machine like, where each stroke is really hard and deep. Where on each down stroke I also try to get my ball sack in there as well. When every pounding made causes her to make deep guttural sounds, it just seemed like the right thing to do. So I did. She was quick to let me know that she was right in the head space she needed to be and, in fact, quickly told me she had divulged to some of her friends what a good pounding I can deliver –I dug right back in.
By the time the next hour had gone by her pussy was swollen, I had a sore cock and my ball sack was a little bigger than when I started.
I don’t know what these other guys are doing, but all I try to do is please myself and hope those needs dovetail with her own. Because that’s when you’ve reached a perfect harmony. If the conquest of my own desire fills the needs of my partner, that’s a home run.