As you tiptoe into your senior years and only raise one every other week on Mon and Thurs, is your inbred and addictive desire for LDes drastically diminished, or do you go back with your limp noodle and your distinct lack of horniness anyway? Isn't it a little like showing up at the sandlot with bats and gloves but no ball? Nothing to play with. Something-habit and the addictive nature of the sport make you want to go back anyway, but you quickly realize how preposterous the whole exercise is when it simply isn't one of your days and no herculean efforts on either side are going to bring the little puppy to life.
But the whole, unabashed point of a LD for me has always been to get it up and off. I'm assuming such a physical inadequacy is much less of a factor for those less crass gents into other, more refined aspects of our fav sport. So, Wood, indispensable or not?
It does depend on the intention behind your seeking of the LD. If, as ralphyboy stated, the "unabashed point of a LD [is] to get it up and off," then wood is indispensable. Some others may simply enjoy a tease and the company of an attractive lady, in which case the need for wood would diminish.
I envy you young guys. When I was 20 I could drink all night and still do it all night. Now it takes me all night to just do it. I can remember an infamous trip to Acapulco with a buddy back 30+ years ago. Between the 2 of us we did 17 hookers in one night and drank the whole time. I think that the variety keep us going. At 6:00 A.M. we could not find a taxi. So we were having a drink in one of the few clubs that were still open. He got a 50 cent BJ from some skunk. We eventually got a taxi.
Now a days, I rely on Viagra. I do not leave home without it. Wood is a must!
Wow. I feel sorry for you guys. Nature can be cruel, huh?
Since I don't have to worry about wood, I guess the equivalent for me would be not being able to get wet anymore. When the day comes that THAT stops happening for me at clubs, I prefer to be taken out back to the barn & be put down, like ole' yeller.
I kind of view it differently. For me, it's not the ME wanting the WOOD in order to have sex, it's the WOOD wanting the sex. So, if I can't get hard any more, then I'm satisfied and I go home. But, if I can still get hard, then I'm not yet satisfied and I go for more.
Seems to me like you guys are describing your experiences the other way 'round. Sounds to me like you, first, decide (or realize) what level and amount of sex you want, and then either (a) get enough wood to make that happen, and therefore are happy about your level of capacity to accomplish wood; or (b) don't get enough, and therefore are unhappy.
Me? I go the other way 'round. If I ain't got wood I don't want sex (right now). Sorry if I belabored the point.
Problem is, I got wood MUCH more often than I got access to sex. But that's a totally different issue.
I'm not quite as old as Shadowcat & I don't use Viagra. A little hands on by a dancer is all it takes for me to get a woody. It's taking more dances for me to get off however. It used to be 2 songs was all it would take but now it's more like 4. There was one dancer at PP who got me off in 2 songs every time but unfortunately she's moved on. In my college days I knew this French girl & just the sound of her voice & it's accent over the phone was enough to get me hard!
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For me, wood is indispensable.
Now a days, I rely on Viagra. I do not leave home without it. Wood is a must!
Since I don't have to worry about wood, I guess the equivalent for me would be not being able to get wet anymore. When the day comes that THAT stops happening for me at clubs, I prefer to be taken out back to the barn & be put down, like ole' yeller.
Seems to me like you guys are describing your experiences the other way 'round. Sounds to me like you, first, decide (or realize) what level and amount of sex you want, and then either (a) get enough wood to make that happen, and therefore are happy about your level of capacity to accomplish wood; or (b) don't get enough, and therefore are unhappy.
Me? I go the other way 'round. If I ain't got wood I don't want sex (right now). Sorry if I belabored the point.
Problem is, I got wood MUCH more often than I got access to sex. But that's a totally different issue.