Performance Anxiety
BabyDoc
Wayfaring Stranger
No real point to this post other than I need a distraction from my thoughts.
A few weeks ago, I was slogging through the forest/jungles of northern Thailand when two of my local guides each separately made essentially the same comments. They remarked in amazement how strong and healthy I was and that they wished to be like me when they were as old as I am now.
I’m thinking WTF are you talking about. I’m covered in sweat, sucking so much wind that I can’t speak and swear that I am about to drop dead all the time wondering WTF am I doing out there.
I know and openly admit that at 64 I’m past my expiration date. As I try not to waste even a minute of whatever time is left, I find myself having experiences and thoughts that I’ve never had before. Right now, for the first time ever I am quite anxious about having performance anxiety.
Long story short there is a girl who used to be a dancer (long since retired) that I paid to take home quite a few years ago. Thing is that much to her (and my) surprise I never took her home. Over the years we’ve dated whenever I was passing through and yet for some bizarre reason, I’ve never bedded her though she has offered each and every time. The last time she dragged me into a sex shop after dinner so I think it’s safe to say I’m not imagining her willingness and interest in having a roll in the hay with me.
I’ve never understood why I haven’t fucked her. Originally, I think it was because she had two young children and was desperately looking for someone to marry her and that was somewhere I had no interest in going. But her kids are older now and she’s not desperate any more. The last time we went on one of our typical dates was a few months ago and again I had to say no at the end of the evening. Truth is that I was too tired to fuck anyone. Not only am I old but I had worn myself out the two previous nights with two other women. Did I mention that I’m a man whore?
So anyways I’ve got another date with her this Saturday and all I’ve been thinking about is how much I want to FINALLY take her in a carnal way. Unfortunately worries about performing adequately so as not to disappoint her after all these years keep creeping into my head. I’m laughing about it right now. Just hope I won’t be curled up in a ball crying about it come Sunday.
Feel free to mock me….
A few weeks ago, I was slogging through the forest/jungles of northern Thailand when two of my local guides each separately made essentially the same comments. They remarked in amazement how strong and healthy I was and that they wished to be like me when they were as old as I am now.
I’m thinking WTF are you talking about. I’m covered in sweat, sucking so much wind that I can’t speak and swear that I am about to drop dead all the time wondering WTF am I doing out there.
I know and openly admit that at 64 I’m past my expiration date. As I try not to waste even a minute of whatever time is left, I find myself having experiences and thoughts that I’ve never had before. Right now, for the first time ever I am quite anxious about having performance anxiety.
Long story short there is a girl who used to be a dancer (long since retired) that I paid to take home quite a few years ago. Thing is that much to her (and my) surprise I never took her home. Over the years we’ve dated whenever I was passing through and yet for some bizarre reason, I’ve never bedded her though she has offered each and every time. The last time she dragged me into a sex shop after dinner so I think it’s safe to say I’m not imagining her willingness and interest in having a roll in the hay with me.
I’ve never understood why I haven’t fucked her. Originally, I think it was because she had two young children and was desperately looking for someone to marry her and that was somewhere I had no interest in going. But her kids are older now and she’s not desperate any more. The last time we went on one of our typical dates was a few months ago and again I had to say no at the end of the evening. Truth is that I was too tired to fuck anyone. Not only am I old but I had worn myself out the two previous nights with two other women. Did I mention that I’m a man whore?
So anyways I’ve got another date with her this Saturday and all I’ve been thinking about is how much I want to FINALLY take her in a carnal way. Unfortunately worries about performing adequately so as not to disappoint her after all these years keep creeping into my head. I’m laughing about it right now. Just hope I won’t be curled up in a ball crying about it come Sunday.
Feel free to mock me….
18 comments
Take a Cialis, take some deep breaths, tell her you are having some anxiety, and that she is so beautiful/desirable.
Often works for me.
I find half of a 10MG Cialis usually gives me son extra get up and go and it usually lasts a few days.
Easier said than done, but try to focus solely on getting your nut in a hottie that you're clearly attracted to.
and then the problems were very rare. but now that I'm 73, I consider it pretty good if I can do well 50% of the time.
And thanks to those who responded with sage advice. Sometimes it helps a person to hear from someone else what he already knows to be true. Yes, it was all in my head.
So what happened?
Without turning this into a letter to Penthouse, I’ll keep it short. Everything almost went off track threatening a crash and burn when her dress came off revealing no bra, no panties and only a beautiful, aggressive and horny naked women. She had anticipated or simply hoped for what I had in mind. I was hit with a moment of panic but quickly told her to slow down and let me drive. She did just that and followed my lead.
Performing cunnilingus always excites me (if the pussy is clean) and after a few minutes of caressing foreplay that’s what I went for. Success!!! Hard as a rock. I deliberately went slow throughout trying to build toward our eventual mutual ‘Ode to Joy’ crescendo. As a follow on she insisted on driving. A big change up more like ‘The Ride of the Valkyries’ and ride she did.
After getting past that first self-imposed worry, all is good. FWIW I did not go with Better Living Thru Chemistry. I have a genetic hypersensitivity to medications and I felt that the first time I ever try boner pills should be in a controlled environment or I will most likely be that one in a million guy in the ER surrounded by nurses taking a peek at my erection that lasted more than four hours.