I am at a place of a dilemma, a quandary if you will. It is not the sort of thing I like to openly admit but yet here I am. As I have grown older I do not find woman as addictive as I once did.
It is not that I don’t like sex or anything like that but it is that the images I see of young women scantily dressed or even nude just don’t do it for me like they used to. Years ago I heard a term porn creep, which is where basically a person sees so much porn that they become desensitized and lose the desire for what would be a normal fascination. It takes more and more to get said person turned on, often darker and more bizarre. Now this being said I don’t think it is that for me. I see women and can admire their beauty but I actually find them more attractive when they are intelligent or at least smart enough to hold a conversation about several subjects.
I am blessed that my wife is one of those intelligent women that can talk to about so many different topics. I do find her to be extremely attractive for both her body (which is amazing by the way) and her mind. I would just as well spend the day talking as much as I would love to have it trying to fuck each other’s brains out.
So I am wondering if there is something broken with me? Now get me on a dark path and I become hyper-sexual. Vampires, blood and things of that sort really get me turned on, but young breast that perk up; I can easily walk away from. Is it that I have matured to the point where I need to be fulfilled on several levels before I am satisfied? I am at a loss.
I guess I really began noticing this change in myself a few months ago. There are several attractive young women where I live and unlike most the men I really don’t give them a second glance. I say hi to be polite and that is as far as it goes. Would I fuck them if I had the opportunity? You bet your ass I would. I just wouldn’t make some special effort to get into their pants.
There is one other possibility. My wife is the total embodiment of my every fantasy as well as willing to do anything my twisted mind comes up with. While we have sex I whisper (or talk) about the most depraved things that can come from a person’s mouth. Rape fantasies and the sort are common as well as other things I won’t mention here. Could it be that she has finally given me all I ever dreamed of having and I just don’t have the desire to look anymore? Has her embracing the depths of my darkness tamed the beast that once drooled for fresh flesh to feast upon?
Now don’t get me wrong, air and opportunity are the only separating factors for me sometimes. I want to watch a woman’s ass flex and squirm as the paddle strikes its mark. Or pin her down and let her pretend to fight me off. All this I can find at home, is this why I have found the need to hunt diminished?
I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas on this from either male or female perspective.