Father Time.

Slowly and excruciatingly our time on earth comes to an end. When that exact moment is, none will know. But when it is your time, then it is time to say goodbye.

When one is young and the world is still there to be conquered, the concept of time is not so relevant. For your life is still ahead of you, the world your oyster, and on your fiery steed you can conquer it all. It is Party On Bru !!!

It changes in mid-life, when the responsibilities and the fact that you will not be driving that Ferrari starts weighing in on you. Time seems to slip you by, monotonous, waiting for the weekend to arrive so that you can try and spyker the wife or drink a few drinks too much. The fuckin kids robbing you of all disposable income. Time seems to slip pass unnoticed.

Then you reach the slippery downward slide of age. That time when statistically you only have a couple of years left. Your policies that must sustain you looking wholly inadequate, you fearing that you will become dependant on others to sustain you.

This is also the time when you do stupid things. For life and time has taken it's toll on your body, ravaged by siggies, alcohol, the occasional drugs, and of course : "bad women". Now is the time that you start visiting that red-light establishment to still prove to yourself that you can still perform like a stallion, only to realise that without the help of meds, you are like an os, lus but unable.

And then that fear invades you, the TIME fear. For your time is getting less. The time you have left diminishing and the list of things to do, girls to fuck, places to see are getting longer and longer, but the time to do this is getting less and less.

So the fear of time passing and you getting weaker and more dependant on meds are becoming an issue.


Long sad story.


In the end this is about that one hour that you book to be with wonder woman. The one that you fantasise about, that one that you keep looking at on the site, way too young, the one that you want to fuck like a rugrat till kingdom comes. The expectations so high that when you finally arrive and is led to the dungeon of pleasure, you are already in your mind half way through the booking.

But then reality sets in. You start fooling around, the fucking pill hasn't kicked in yet, you want to, she seems keen, but fuck all is happening.

Ok, breath, the fucking pill will start working just now. When exactly did you drink it ? Was the few drinks before the booking making the pill obsolete ? Work dammit.

And then, once more, TIME. For you have only booked an hour, only brought enough money for this booking, and no way you can use your communal credit card to pay for this expense.

And the fear starts again, this time exacerbated by the fact that your own mortality is in question, and then secondly you only have so many more minutes to perform.

And once that happens, gone is the exitement. All that is left is the fear, the fear of not being able to cum, the fear of not being able to satisfy her, the fear of being perceived as over the wall, discarded, laughed and joked about afterwards by the ladies, the sideward glances when you leaving and the snickering just confirmation that you are no longer the stallion in the pack, but the old donkey that will soon become lions's feed.

Time and the effect that time has on you is a monumental problem for the older generation. It starts suffocating us and throttle the life out of you like emphysema, until one day you realise, Oh My God, did I just pee in my pants ? Where is the Huggies ?



But, there is a little light at the end of the tunnnel. Not all doom amnd gloom. I have found The Cure. Eureka !!! (Not the group)


Take TIME out of the equation. Fuck this hour booking shit. You have worked hard enough to enjoy yourself. There is no ways I am going to ejaculate 21 times as per SSS handbook per month, but a good overnight booking with a willing and able lass once a week is the answer. You have the whole night to work yourself up to the point where ejaculation is a given, and if she is good, that can even be two or even three times. The atmosphere must be condusive to copulating, the setting and foreplay based on the fact that you NEED to cum, no pressure from Father Time and his fucking Time Devils.

We can still be stallions, but the whole package must be right. We are not the Wham Bam Thank You Mam type any more. We are a niche market, ready to be exploited by the right ladies, a market uninhibited by budgets, and focused on reliving our younger years.

To those ladies that accomodate this, I salute you.

To the fucking one hour sushi-belt like conveyor establishment, I have seen the light.

Cheers

#Applause!!!!

"To the fucking one hour sushi-belt like conveyor establishment, I have seen the light."

It took you a long time my friend to see the light but it is never to late !!!

@I never learn.

I just Love this post!! (Where are my tissues?)

Time is so very precious and should be spent savoring all the little moments that become memories treasured to last a lifetime! Time should not be squandered on things that have no meaning or neither on opportunities that don't give one pleasure.

Mwah

Arz

And that's a lifetime summed up in a few lines... pressing the like button.

On 2017-09-06 22:03:05 BOOBS53 said:
"To the fucking one hour sushi-belt like conveyor establishment, I have seen the light."

It took you a long time my friend to see the light but it is never to late !!!

Unless it's a train light heading at you in a tunnel..then it is to late

@I never learn, a brilliant post!

Personally I am at the stage of acceptance and I have made peace with the fact that the body no longer functions as it did a few years ago, that I am fast approaching the point where nobody will look at me twice and I am totally okay with that.

With acceptance comes peace and all pressure to perform or compete is removed. Once that happens, a deeper appreciation of little moments in life becomes the norm and I find that I am now living a very content life, doing the things that brings me the most joy.

Well said @I never learn I could not agree more, guess now you are I'velearned. Very true Sibyl and I'm sure you will always get those looks or the guys dislocating there neck as you pass you are stunning the age group may just change. Yes we do become more content and comfortable in our own skins which does somehow bring happiness in life.

Great post INL...

Absolutely loved this post !!! Thx