Sex and Death.
Two things without which life would be meaningless.
Recently, someone in my immediate family shuffled off her mortal coil way too soon. (6/22/1935-7/28/2012) I was devastated. And I expected that. What I did not expect was the effect of her death on my libido.
Normally, I have to pound my erection on the windowsill in an effort to make it go down. During this time however, he was renamed Mr. Limpy.
Having returned from a week of sadness, family and a funeral, my anticipation for a little loving was high. My lady friend arrived and proceeded to perform first class fellatio on me.
Nothing happened.
Couldn’t enjoy it, couldn’t respond to it. She understood, but was rather disappointed. She was disappointed? Here I am, with a willing all-access woman, being depressed about the recent death, thinking about my own mortality and my penis was on vacation. Not a good time at all. I mean, was I getting too old? How much time do I have left? And will there be time for a sandwich before I go?
Happily, my libido is slowly returning. Morning wood has returned and that gleam in my eye is firing up my furnace. It has been almost two weeks since the world was shattered. We may or may not try sex this weekend. But you know what? There is more to intimacy than sex. Snuggling, talking, listening and just being there for each other. Beautiful!
There is sex after death. Just take the time to heal and keep moving forward.
Be good to yourself and each others. Sometimes we all need someone to lean on.
Quantum Cogitation 