sex 50s and over

irish_bhoy09 wrote: »

Do u stil enjoy it when u hit the 50 mark?

Personally, after the 10th time I find it can get very exhausting....don't think I could ever get to the 50th mark...must be some sessions you go on...:eek:

Didn't do a whole lot of it before 50 but now.........phew!

The following may cause distress to readers of a delicate nature - proceed with caution:

pFizer risers (not required, but available); no need for latex products; no more "not tonight, it's THAT time of the month"; we're on so many painkillers, there's never a headache between us; spontaneous afternoon delight is now spontaneous anytime at all delight; no worries about extra family members next year; it's now acceptable to wear trousers with elasticated waists for easy access; finally worked out how to open those bra straps with one hand and the reward is....excellennnnnt; and when the phone rings mid-session, and she whispers "Ignore it, it's only so-and-so, don't stop, don't stop!", well, wow!; lovely cuddles afterwards, often just a breather before Part Two; and Mrs. Brensbenz doesn't seem to mind too much, in fact, I'd say initiations are shared 50 / 50.

You've probably heard this advice before but, you know, it isn't entirely necessary for every (ahem) arousal to lead to that special embrace that the Holy Ghost shows to married people only. You can use it merely to stop you rolling out of bed.

Oh oh, guess what's approaching.....in frilly white lace? Mid-morning delight. Delightful.

BrensBenz wrote: »

Didn't do a whole lot of it before 50 but now.........phew!


Oh oh, guess what's approaching.....in frilly white lace? Mid-morning delight. Delightful.

The ghost of Mrs BrensBenz???

No jelly in my drawers....

jimd2 wrote: »

......I dont think I could compete with Brens above.

Wasn't aware that there was a competition but, if so, how do I enter? Do we enter as a team or as individuals? Is there a box for "no publicity"?

Anyway, this may not be entirely age related but is....sort of:

The designers of my first car, the Mighty Hillman Avenger 1300 "coupe" with black vinyl roof and chrome bumpers and hubcaps, were kind enough to fit a gearbox with the longest "throw" ever, i.e. when engaging first or third gear, you could bruise your knuckles on the ashtray in the dash. The handbrake was also very obliging - when off, it would rest covertly in the cavern between the seats. And, the piece de resistance, the seats could slide back and had that new-fangled "tilt" mechanism.

"Where's this leading?", I hear you ask. Well, after a nice night out, you could park in the "Shady Lane", select third gear, handbrake off, and canoodling could commence without any interference from the vehhikil. If necessary, it was easy for either participant to visit the other side without much loss of dignity and maintain proximity to the wurless and to driving controls if any pesky peekers appeared. (We once had a visit from a concerned member of the Gardee Shickeeny....'nuf sed.)

Well, driving home after a recent nice night out, we approached the Shady Lane just in time to see a glorious sunset lighting the sleepy town below with shimmering golden rays. The leaves were rustling gently in the evening breeze and glowing in the light. AND our traditional parking spot was empty!

"Right, Missus, this is your lucky night. All biological systems are operational; all automotive systems are off, and I suggest your underwear should join them".

Then, and only then, did I scan the car's geography. Centre console was high enough to serve as an armrest and contained a gear lever strategically positioned to painfully deter excursions both to and from the other side; touch-sensitive buttons for windows, door lock, etc. that operated even when ignition is disabled; cup-holders and cubby hole lids that stood to attention at the merest touch and one of those mobile phone holders that doesn't fit any phone made since 1994.

"Hmmm", I thought, with a certain amount of urgency. "Not good. Now, do I suggest a stroll to the back seats or would the spontaneity be lost." Underwear (it was a fairly formal evening out so lace was a probability) had not yet been disturbed (due entirely to the car's interior design, compliments of the Vatican) so strolling with dignity was a possibility.....but then, "after", we'd have to hike back to the front seats, in the dark, when there could be critters and creepy crawlies. The all-important afterglow could be ruined.

Well, having given herself a few nanoseconds to review the situation, Mrs. BrensBenz uttered "Ehhmmm............?"

We drove home....at speed.....might have been Gatsoed....expecting penalty points.....don't care!

Must check DoneDeal for a Yank Tank with a sofa instead of front seats.

looksee wrote: »

Can I ban him for bragging? Can I?

Only if I can add the entire wording of the ban to my CV.....and business cards....and letter headings.....and memoirs.....