bareback or not...

[Marc K]

Guys, for centuries philosophers have been musing about the difference about "love" and "lust" and the relationship between the two. I doubt if we will solve the debate here!

I do agree totally with Dodger that those who scorn "human mating" for the sheer pleasure of orgasm are missing out on a totally different and much more interesting experience. Why not order a blow-up sex doll instead? Or jack-off in the comfort of your bed without all the muss and fuss and expense?

None of us will ever quite solve this mystery but I can observe that most males seem mature over the years from wanting to fuck anything that breathes to becoming slightly more introspective about the sex act.

[Dodger]

None of us will ever quite solve this mystery but I can observe that most males seem mature over the years from wanting to fuck anything that breathes to becoming slightly more introspective about the sex act.

You've made some excellent points.

For me, the transition from being a sex maniac - jumping from bed-to-bed - to settling down in a monogamous relationship was done quite intentionally. My life prior to retirement was divided in two parts: Work and Play. With 6 months of non-stop work in the U.S. which involved constant travel - to 6 months in Thailand which involved constant sex. For me, this was the perfect balance.

The lifestyle I wanted for myself after retirement involved "Balance"...which was missing from the lifestyle I just described above. The things I felt that needed to be balanced were; Health, Social Interactions, Finance, Hobbies/Me Time, and, last but not least, Romance, Intimacy, and Sexual Fulfillment. It's not that I felt myself being more introspective about sex, or for that fact, more inclined to be in love with someone either, rather a desire to have a more balanced and healthy lifestyle when work was no longer a necessity.

When I returned from my morning stroll along the shoreline today he was standing on the balcony wearing only his boxer shorts which had slid well below his slim waistline. He turned around to face me and asked if I had any luck finding clams. I said yes, and showed him my bucket which was half-filled. Then he gave me one of THOSE smiles and asked me if I was hungry. My clam bucket sat unattended in the kitchen sink for the next hour...and the day has only begun.