Although I would say that overwhelmingly, age and a diminishing output of testosterone seems mainly responsible for the "it's the journey, not the destination" vibe. And a good thing it is, no?
Otherwise, we'd all be like priapic primates, or even mindless rabbits humping just to fulfill our genetic destiny. But luckily, man seems to become more introspective with age, and that also seems to color the sexual experience. And provide the capacity to reflect, reminisce and yes, have the patience and the desire to call up marvelous images burnished into one's brain for sensual use.
In any case, it would be interesting to ask these questions of college kids 18-22. I bet you'd get a lot of rolling eyes and deep sighs. Even questions like yours don't end up on their reflective maps. So your introspection in itself is a sign of non-procreative maturity.
At what age is the physical act less important then the reminiscent, mastabutory playback feature of a particularly hot or deeply intimate session?
Somewhere along the line of my sexual experiences, I began to notice that the actual sexual act, happening in the present, became less important than the wonderful imagery it was going to provide later. It's as if I became a cinematographer and a director in my own "Matrix-like" sexual sensory pod. I heard a comedian joke about how his sexual encounters had changed just in this way. And it dawned on me that somewhere in the last 10 years the same thing had been happening to me.
I'm wondering if this is a common age thing? The fact that once you've been with 50+ women the novelty wears off. Or as age sets in the physical sensitivity diminishes and the fantasy becomes more important.
Or is it a function of my focusing more on the female's pleasure and being able to last for extended periods of time(Tantra: A thousand strokes before release); that I observe from outside my body rather then being present, but trapped inside the actual experience?
I notice that if I imbibe in a little bit of cannibis before a session I get both the surrendering, lost in the moment sensations, and the wonderful imagery for later viewing. In fact I have a humorous story of the time I went to one of those PA Korean girls and had just eaten a cannibis candy bar, which peaked right before our session. Poor thing, I just kept going and going, due to being completely stoned. I couldn't get my nut. She didn't speak much English, but she kept calling me "Super Man". I doubt she appreciated having to work so hard for my one pop. But it was a doozy when it arrived. But using cannibis before a session is mostly impractical for various reasons.
Would appreciate if any fellow "brothers" have experienced this and what if any clinical observations the LG has to offer.
Although I would say that overwhelmingly, age and a diminishing output of testosterone seems mainly responsible for the "it's the journey, not the destination" vibe. And a good thing it is, no?
Otherwise, we'd all be like priapic primates, or even mindless rabbits humping just to fulfill our genetic destiny. But luckily, man seems to become more introspective with age, and that also seems to color the sexual experience. And provide the capacity to reflect, reminisce and yes, have the patience and the desire to call up marvelous images burnished into one's brain for sensual use.
In any case, it would be interesting to ask these questions of college kids 18-22. I bet you'd get a lot of rolling eyes and deep sighs. Even questions like yours don't end up on their reflective maps. So your introspection in itself is a sign of non-procreative maturity.
Sorry LG, to disagree with your post, which I almost never do, because you are a treasure. But Karma Express seems more intent on indulging himself than asking useful questions or sharing significant experiences, and a little of that goes a very long way.
While I can't say that I go into a sexual encounter with more excitement about the future memory than the near future act itself, I do find that I file explicit details (e.g. the gaze in her eyes, the smoothness of her skin, the feeling of being inside her)in my memory banks much more than I ever did.
Funny that you cite grass as a possible conduit to your increased cognitive recognition of your sexual state of being. As I look back to my wild and crazy younger days (I was 16 in the magical summer of '69), I sometimes feel personally responsible for the depletion of the rain forest as I was a big time toker. I tend to think that it was because I was stoned during so many of my beginning sex experiences that it was the grass that caused me to forget the nuances that I find so special today. Don't get me wrong, I do not regret any aspect of those wonderous times and having sex when reasonably enhanced by weed or alcohol was great. But my best canvas on which to write great sexual memories today is one that consists of a very clear mind.
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