Now in my 50s, I no longer want to be tied to a committed relationship. When younger, I bought into the romantic notion of finding a soulmate and spending the rest of our lives together. I have been in two long-term relationships, each lasting over 10 years and supposedly monogamous. However, if ogling other men, looking at pornography and regularly masturbating are classed as cheating, I was a serial cheater! To be honest, I need to admit to being sucked and fucked by a few guys during those periods too. Now I want to remain single and enjoy the freedom of visiting gay bars and cruising sites, hooking up with guys over apps, and having guilt-free sex with whomever I choose. Commitment and monogamy might make biological sense in the heterosexual world (at least until the kids are grown), but not in my homosexual world of plentiful and gorgeous men. HugH
I completely agree. And I’m almost in my 80s. I don’t think total promiscuity and commitment to one or two or three or four long term relationships are mutually exclusive opposites. I love tulips and I love pine trees. Why can’t I have both in my garden? In any case, men are too sexy to beautiful to mortal to be allowed to just sit at home masturbating. I want all those cocks in my mouth or up my arse, if not today, then tomorrow. Gents, carpe fucking diem! – AJ
I’m in a very loving, albeit sexless relationship since 20 years back. My hubby has retired his cock completely. This is why open relationship is essential for us to survive as a couple.
I love him, he’s my companion and we’ve been there for each other through thick and thin. But I need sex and physical closeness and pleasure, so I hook up with guys through sex apps once every now and then. He’s fine with that.
And honestly it’s been the best life for me. Hubby is an amazing guy, but terrible in bed. Our sexlife, when we had it, was utterly unfulfilling because he could never relax and let nature take its course. Always performative – and in the worst way possible… he tried to be a comedian in bed. Utterly killing the vibes with wisecrack jokes and stupid ass comments.
I don’t blame him though. I blame his overbearing, prude cunt of mother who never allowed him to grow up and become his own man. Always keeping him close, always calling att all hours of the day, constantly making sure she was in his thoughts. She destroyed him, and conditioned him to never develop that adult side of himself that involved a healthy libido. She’s gone now, but his scars remains, and I don’t have the heart to put him through the pressure of reconditioning him. I tried that for years already, everything under the sun to keep our sexlife on artificial life support, but he developed erectile dysfunction from the stress it caused. So now that the old succubus gone since a few years back, I leave him alone to heal and be at peace for the first time in his life. I know he’s got his hardon back because he masturbates, and that’s good enough for me.
As a result, I can have sex with whoever I want. My sexlife is hot and spicy, meeting mostly bicurious and straight* familymen (*at least up until they met me). There might be a reason why I gravitate towards men who have unfulfilling sexlives with their wives. To see them go from being withering drones to truly come alive and have that inner animal awaked is its own reward. When they realize that not one single part of their body is disgusting or offlimits, and that all their manly attributes are hot, including hairy back and sweatty pits… it frees the man. We’re literally fucking cavemen still, and we should take pride in that. Love you bros!