Literature had warned me about the deterioration writers feel in old age. What happens is that what we don't know can't be decoded.
Now, I'm trying to keep fighting, but how, and I say it's only temporarily, because women haven't helped me with whom I've been out.
Like the old joke from the geriatric ward, she would have taken off her glasses if she knew someone was still looking at her. Age doesn't give advantages, but it's a part one must assume as a limitation.
I'll try to dedicate these lines to those women like me and in their 70s who fight for their desire without another dimension. To those who don't need romanticism to justify themselves.
It's not derogatory what I say, but let's get real: when I talk about this age group, I'm saying that their nudity doesn't embarrass them and they're on their cell phones.
I've caught some of them masturbating with videos recorded with them on my smartphone.
The other thing I want to highlight is how they tremble when receiving semen, I don't doubt that they must enjoy it in the vagina, but attributing that instant power of seeing the stream come out due to their own action is untransferable to other cavities. They like to lick up what's fallen on their skin and in some cases those scattered drops of semen are like caramel candies from a broken piñata, they search for them with their fingers to eat them.
I also remember one telling me that she was lucky I found her because she wanted to die without someone sticking it up her ass. What an ordeal for me, fulfilled with delicacy but without penile turgidity.
I insist on the visual aspect since looking is part of their delirium: seeing a hard cock, masturbating it, caressing the balls, passing them over the skin of their feet. These are almost common denominators one finds.
Also, some coronaries and auricles arrived, some who reached what I consider a deep orgasm have had cardiac decompensation that ended in emergencies.
Everything I've said seems like Mixed passion and sadness. Reader is a mistake of yours, it's what comes after the 70s. A dust is a dust and it's worth anything in any context, something positive.
Now, I'm trying to keep fighting, but how, and I say it's only temporarily, because women haven't helped me with whom I've been out.
Like the old joke from the geriatric ward, she would have taken off her glasses if she knew someone was still looking at her. Age doesn't give advantages, but it's a part one must assume as a limitation.
I'll try to dedicate these lines to those women like me and in their 70s who fight for their desire without another dimension. To those who don't need romanticism to justify themselves.
It's not derogatory what I say, but let's get real: when I talk about this age group, I'm saying that their nudity doesn't embarrass them and they're on their cell phones.
I've caught some of them masturbating with videos recorded with them on my smartphone.
The other thing I want to highlight is how they tremble when receiving semen, I don't doubt that they must enjoy it in the vagina, but attributing that instant power of seeing the stream come out due to their own action is untransferable to other cavities. They like to lick up what's fallen on their skin and in some cases those scattered drops of semen are like caramel candies from a broken piñata, they search for them with their fingers to eat them.
I also remember one telling me that she was lucky I found her because she wanted to die without someone sticking it up her ass. What an ordeal for me, fulfilled with delicacy but without penile turgidity.
I insist on the visual aspect since looking is part of their delirium: seeing a hard cock, masturbating it, caressing the balls, passing them over the skin of their feet. These are almost common denominators one finds.
Also, some coronaries and auricles arrived, some who reached what I consider a deep orgasm have had cardiac decompensation that ended in emergencies.
Everything I've said seems like Mixed passion and sadness. Reader is a mistake of yours, it's what comes after the 70s. A dust is a dust and it's worth anything in any context, something positive.
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