On Growing Older

Ask any female, and she will tell you that sex is at least 98% mental.  If she is not mentally interested, then no matter what you do, she won’t be interested, even if her body is screaming for it.  I would not have thought the same was true for men, but as I have gotten older, I find that it is more and more true.

Once upon a time, when I was young and spry, it would take very little to interest me.  I would get an erection at the drop of a hat.  I could have an orgasm with little effort, and several of them throughout the course of the day.  Of course, as I got older, the frequency between those orgasms declined but I would still have several erections throughout the day.

Once, several years ago, I was sick.  A combination of flu, kidney stone, and who knows what else put me on my back for two weeks.  I was miserable and spent large chunks of that time under serious medication.  Once the fog cleared, and the stone passed, I realized that I had gone those two weeks, not only with out an orgasm, but without an erection.  I was an interesting realization, but it quickly passed.

So it was with a bit of surprise that this weekend I realized it has been several weeks since I last had an orgasm.  More interestingly, I cannot remember the last time I had an erection in that time, and I cannot say I have missed it.  I cannot even say I have had a lusty thought, which is also sad, because I am a writer of erotic fiction.  It is hard to write erotic fiction if you are not even interested in the very acts themselves.

Which begs the question.  Is this now the normal state of affairs or is this an aberration, brought on by stress, lack of sleep, or lack of opportunity?  Or a combination?  The jury, as they say, is still out. Clearly, though, I am getting older and it may be that I am just past that stage of my life and moving on to other things.

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