Last night

Last night...
Man ejaculates while I'm putting the condom on...
Am I 16 again?

Bad sex

Let me start this article with a quote from the talented Billy Joel.

"There's nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex."

Well I hate peanut butter, but totally agree on the gist of what Mr. Joel is saying.

Bad sex is terrible. It's awkward and uncomfortable and NEVERENDING!

Bad sex ruins me of my politeness and manners.

I once jumped up after it was over and spelled out a lame excuse just to dash out of his apartment.
I know it seems immature, but how long do you really want to lame in bed going over what a bad experience you just had?

So what's the key to good sex?

Age ain't nothing but a number?

Hello, it's been a while!

So let's rush into today's topic... AGE!

Is age difference still important in a world where 20 year olds bed 80 year old men, or cougars enjoy the company of young cubs?

I prefer the company of older men. No grandpas of course (or yet?). But I found myself increasingly attracted to men who are up to 20 years older than me.
We've all heard of the silver fox haven't we? Sexy, confident, toned, graying men who know what women really want.
There's a breed who know how to satisfy yours truly.

But what about the 35 year old unhappily married man who stares lustfully at the happily single young girl in her early twenties?
Don't get me wrong... I condemn adultery, but who's to blame someone who got married too young from just looking, and so clearly fantasizing.
When you compare this unhappy man to the 35 year old single man, who is evidently enjoying his best years to the fullest, you can't help but feel sorry for the former.

Dreams, dreams, dreams

Any meaning to them at all? I think so...
It's your subconscious speaking.
It's all your fears and desires put together in the multiplex that is your head!
I believe it's a wild movie of metaphors revealing your wildest hopes.

I've been having a lot of them recently.
And always the same... Snakes trying to bite me so their venom will spread through my veins... I keep fighting it off.

I reckon, something's trying to change me or something's bringing a change to me life, and I'm not ready for it so I try to to fight it.

Is it a warning? Saying maybe I should stop fighting and let life take over me?

Or more something telling me to be careful and not to give up against anything that seems stronger than me.

I suppose a dream is like a song, open to interpretation by anyone who experiences it.