An Amusing Tale
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 4:37 pm
In recent months, the one thing that was keeping me from getting an implant was a casual FWB situation I had going on with a colleague of mine. She made it clear that it was just casual and that it wouldn't go anywhere because she wasn't after that and to be honest, nor was I. Not with this girl anyway, despite her being 13 years my junior and extremely sexy.
We'd had sex a number of times and she knew about my ED. However, most of the times we had sex, it was great and I was able to complete and so was she. She was an extremely experienced nymphomaniac who loved sex and even told me I was one of her best. How much truth lie in that, I'll never know. But there has always been a very high degree of anxiety (the cause of my chronic ED) each time we had sex. Indeed, the mere thought of sex 50% turns me on but 50% scares the hell out of me now. And I'm now absolutely and wholly dependent upon cialis, which loses effect more and more.
Anyway, last week, she came over and she was noticeably down, in a bad place. My anxiety was through the roof. The situation and bad vibe was palpable. We started making out but I just wasn't getting hard and it was just one level of anxiety to the next. Eventually I did become aroused but only 75% or so. We had sex and it was over in a minute or two. Just because I felt the need to 'get it done'.
After the sex, with my head hung in shame, she was consoling me and assuring me it wasn't bad. At which point she said, "hey, what do you think of this?" - at which point she raised her arms and showed me full on armpit growth.
It was substantial! And I was in shock. But I did my utmost to give complimentary comments. But I must say, I was genuinely repulsed.
And that made me think - If I feel this disgusted by this, how fair is it of me to expect women not to find a potential implant of mine gross? Of course, I do not think they are gross at all but you might see my rationale?
Anyway, I'm 35, single and my anxiety-complex induced ED, which I've had for over 13 years which gets worse by the year is preventing me from moving forward with my life. In some ways I view this kind of ED as perhaps the worst; knowing that your plumbing is working as nature intended but your brain and the messages it's sending are corrupted to hell. It makes making the decision as to whether or not to get the implant almost impossible.
And at 35, as someone here mentioned recently. I fear all the replacements that will be needed taking their toll and at least one going wrong.
I couldn't be more stuck. But I thought I'd share my little anecdote.
We'd had sex a number of times and she knew about my ED. However, most of the times we had sex, it was great and I was able to complete and so was she. She was an extremely experienced nymphomaniac who loved sex and even told me I was one of her best. How much truth lie in that, I'll never know. But there has always been a very high degree of anxiety (the cause of my chronic ED) each time we had sex. Indeed, the mere thought of sex 50% turns me on but 50% scares the hell out of me now. And I'm now absolutely and wholly dependent upon cialis, which loses effect more and more.
Anyway, last week, she came over and she was noticeably down, in a bad place. My anxiety was through the roof. The situation and bad vibe was palpable. We started making out but I just wasn't getting hard and it was just one level of anxiety to the next. Eventually I did become aroused but only 75% or so. We had sex and it was over in a minute or two. Just because I felt the need to 'get it done'.
After the sex, with my head hung in shame, she was consoling me and assuring me it wasn't bad. At which point she said, "hey, what do you think of this?" - at which point she raised her arms and showed me full on armpit growth.
It was substantial! And I was in shock. But I did my utmost to give complimentary comments. But I must say, I was genuinely repulsed.And that made me think - If I feel this disgusted by this, how fair is it of me to expect women not to find a potential implant of mine gross? Of course, I do not think they are gross at all but you might see my rationale?
Anyway, I'm 35, single and my anxiety-complex induced ED, which I've had for over 13 years which gets worse by the year is preventing me from moving forward with my life. In some ways I view this kind of ED as perhaps the worst; knowing that your plumbing is working as nature intended but your brain and the messages it's sending are corrupted to hell. It makes making the decision as to whether or not to get the implant almost impossible.
And at 35, as someone here mentioned recently. I fear all the replacements that will be needed taking their toll and at least one going wrong.
I couldn't be more stuck. But I thought I'd share my little anecdote.
