After reading through some of the posts in the thread about the proposed ban on porn in the UK, I thought I'd start off a tribute to Real Sex. As an introduction, here's an extract from my contribution.

So - last time you had sex what happened? Did you manage to knee your partner in the groin? Did you have to beg for pity sex? Did either of you fart? Was there failure to launch? Did you end up with a sore back or were you interrupted by your children?

As my contribution, I'll confess that despite my persona, I've never dominated Mr Babe - I suspect most of you might have guessed that by now. So 'fess up - we're all so busy trying to make out it was awesome - let's hear it for bad or average sex!

 

A side-effect of depression is markedly reduced libido; a side-effect of antidepressant tablets is markedly reduced libido; a side-effect of having an unusually insensitive nervous system (and therefore not usually feeling pain) is that you don't feel much sensation down there anyway.

Put them together and I struggle even to remember the last time we had sex. What usually happens when we do, is that I get tired long before I get off. Thankfully, she gets off quickly, so she's still happy. :excited:

 

It's not easy to be honest about your real sex life - there I was struggling to think of what I could reveal without feeling embarrassed.

Then I remembered -Mr Babe thinks sex is a great way to burn energy (and lose weight) and it is for him - but for me, not so much. I'm afraid he'll not last much longer

 

Real sex? Thought you were going to talk about the HBO series on late night TV.

Sex to me is just another way to be intimate with my soul mate. Whether we are actually copulating or not, the intimacy of being close together and enjoying the warmth of each other is very soothing and satisfying.

In my younger days intense physical sex was incredible, a couple of hours when the foreplay was hot and languishing in the afterglows were the bookends to passionate fucking.

Prostate cancer and the treatments needed to beat it have changed our sex lives considerably. Menopause and a hysterectomy put a new spin on sex for my wife as well.

One "real" sex when my wife was treating me to a delightfully slow blowjob during a bout of good ole 69, I was so relaxed that I let a real stinky fart out her face was right there. She broke stride long enough to tell me that if it happened again, my cock would be a few inches shorter. Needless to say, I was much more careful after that, knowing that I could ill afford any loss to the willy.

 

I have to agree with you on the intimacy, Tenguy. Sometimes sex is just a physical need, more usually when you are young - but the whole process is for us right now, a way of tuning in to each other.

We spend a couple of hours just building up - bathing, relaxing, a little alcohol, discussing the latest family crisis or domestic issue so that we're all debriefed (pun partly intended) and able to fully relax before the final release. We're also not hung up on who gets off when - if it doesn't happen, it's no big deal and we've usually had fun trying. We're very happy that at our age and after such a long time together, the sex is pretty good

 

I usually try to have sex in the shower, more often than not it seems like i'm being spontaneous or fun, but it's mainly because I don't like to make a mess.

 

I've never understood some people's obsession with bodily fluids either - we usually mop up straight after. Many's the time when I think at a crucial moment 'Shit, where's the tissues?' or had to stretch or scramble for the box.

 

We have unfortunately gotten to the point where we have been together for 20+ years and the honeymoon stage of "I can't keep my hands off you" has long past. The days of spontaneous sex seem to be over. We are both busy and stressed with work, kids, household issues, as well as my health issues factor in, so one of us isn't in the mood on a regular basis. So we now have to make a "date" for sex.

Fortunately for me, the stars aligned last Saturday, at 1:00am. :excited:


I have to say, though we might not be having sex as much, I think the intimacy is more. We find ways to say "I love you" with actions, words, and just being together, instead of physically.

 

That's one of the most beautiful things I've read for a long time.

You nailed it, too. While hot monkey sex is great, as we mature, life sometimes gets in the way of it. One of the hottest things in a long-term relationship is the look that says, "I love you in spite of everything. Maybe because of it."

If you feel that from your partner, it's all good.

 

Well I've been married over 20 years also and still have some pretty hot sex. The difference is we usually only do it Saturday and Sunday where it was pretty much something every night when we were younger. Is it great? While the days of uncontrollable sexual rage when getting together has long past, we love and know each other well enough that we can still get each other off. It's all good.

Just don't tell the missus I still jerk off everyday while she is at work. I call it "Happy Hour."

 

Thank you

I agree. It's great to know that he has always wanted ME. I'm not talking about literally, although he still finds me attractive even after all these years. I'm talking about I know to my soul that he would never, ever want another woman. He has been to strip clubs, bachelor parties, he travels for work, and in every situation where temptation might be found. He never looks at any other woman for physical gratification.

Now if I could just get him to put his damn dishes in the dishwasher instead of the sink, life would be perfect.

 

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Bump - any RL stories to tell? No bragging, just your average everyday or substandard no frills sex?

 

see the thing is i'm a bit of a sexual deviant

because of this allot of my sexual story's are less armature.

I will tell you this one I was going down on my girl when the dog pushed the door open so I had to stop and throw it back out.
I then resumed my original task when the phone rang and interrupted again.
back to my original task when there was a knock at the door.
fuck

 

I'm sure you never, ever, ever borrowed his razor or left "hand washables" hanging over the shower rod, did you? Sounds like you two have it figured out.



Possibly one of my worst sexual experiences came fairly early, in the "parked cars" stage of my education and development. My girlfriend and I weren't as clever at finding a secluded spot as we thought. We were in the back seat, and our clothes were on the floor when the cop's flashlight lit up the interior.

He made us get dressed and put us in the back of his car for a lecture. Basically, he told us to get condoms or put her on the pill, and find a better place to play.

Kinda killed the mood for the evening.

 

Two more....

NE Man and I were particulary passionate one night and we were brought back to the days of having monkey sex on a regular basis. So that night we tried positions that I think a person would had to have been a professional yoga master to perform. For the following WEEK, I was walking with a limp because I had pulled a muscle in my hip!



A few years ago we got a puppy. I walked into my bedroom one day and noticed her chewing on something. When I went to investigate what she was playing with.... I realized it was my diaphragm.

I guess this says something about my sense of humor.... Needless to say, the diaphragm was never used for it's original purpose again, but I did let the dog continue to use it as a toy...

 

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Stress and pain increase the need for sex. May have to do with oxytocin

 

my wife and i have been married for almost 3 years but together for almost 8 1/2 years, she was inexperienced when we met and was not adventurous and since i had already been married all the freaky shit was out of my system
ive been with 2 women in my life and even when we were younger i saw sex as more than the act it was the connection
if the hearts and minds are not one it is just excersice

 

I've had my share of 'just pull my nightie down when you're done' moments - 'in the middle of the night' moments, and years of sex crammed into the spare moments in the morning or evening when the kids were asleep. I'm so glad we have time to ourselves at last, and we can take our time, make as much noise as we like, where we like and when we like. I'm proud that in our fiftes we're still having sex twice a week - never mind that I need battery power to 'get' anywhere.

Oh and I did once utter the words 'is it in yet?' the first time after the birth of our first child - Mr Babe was not amused