As I am dragged unapologetically further and further into my 40's I find myself taking stock of a few things I took for granted in my earlier years. Things that were just a part of my life that I found no reason to question.

However, I have recently become aware that certain things no longer excite me sexually, and some things that I would never have suspected have made me twitch in my pants and forced me to ask searching questions of myself.
I have also found myself asking deeper questions about the things that do still affect me in that way.
I have been a member of these forums for many years, but I don't think I have posted anything in the last five. In that respect, I feel reasonably new to all this, so the things I will discuss are probably old hat to most of you. I, however, have been feeling like a teenager in the throes of sexual discovery all over again. So a little understanding would be very much appreciated.

Text Sex and taking pictures of my own cock.
Allow me to preface this with an old concern. I have never thought that women enjoy pictures of male genitalia. I know I am (probably) wrong, but it is something that has always lingered at the back of my mind.
Anyway. Text sex/messaging.
Ever since I was given my first mobile phone in 1999, I have enjoyed text sex. Most of all it comes down to the anticipation I feel while waiting to receive a message. Not so much what the message says (though of course, good content is always preferable), but more knowing there is someone else taking fun from the situation in their own way.
I also find it paradoxical that, if the person on the receiving end of the message and I were actually in the same room together, the tension would probably be far less. I have had text sex sessions that have lasted for many hours and I have found myself on the brink every second of the way.
I have also found that taking pictures of my own erect penis to send to a girl turns me on a great deal.
I don't just take pictures of myself and randomly send them to women, but if I know the woman to whom I am sending it will find it sexually stimulating it excites me a great deal.
So that's new to me. Taking pictures of my own penis to send to a woman who will find it arousing turns me on.
I find that strange. I am in a room, completely alone, and I am getting sexually aroused by taking pictures of my own aroused genitalia. I find that a little odd, but there it is.
The only thing that disappoints me about text sex is that the other party may have to stop at a crucial moment. Even though I have been alone throughout the experience, one feels even more alone when left with one-sided masturbation.

Risky public sex and 'just taking a dip'.
This one still baffles me a little. I'm not the sort of person who revels in getting naked in public, but the feeling that you and your partner simply must have each other at a certain time and in a certain place is amazing. It often feels like stepping sideways into a different reality. As if my chosen partner and I are taking part in a game and the people and places around us are just set dressing.
I'm not sure, but I'm working on it.
As for 'taking a dip', allow me to explain. This is something I used to enjoy with my ex. It is something I miss very much. She and I still talk and I mentioned this to her a while ago. She told me that it was a 'me and you thing' and that her current partner doesn't do it. This did make me feel a little special, but sad at the same time.
My ex and I would often go for walks in the countryside. Every now and again I would stop her, or she would stop me and I would put myself inside her, just because we both enjoyed the sensation. We would fuck for a few seconds, then I would withdraw, we would straighten our clothing and walk on.
We have been on several walks that lasted all night and this would carry on throughout. These walks would often end with neither of us reaching orgasm. Neither of us felt the need to.

And now for the last.
White socks with dirty soles.
This is a new one for me, so I am still trying to reach the bottom of it. Girls in white socks, knee length is good, with almost black soles. So one can see the outline of their feet and the impression of every toe.
As I say, I still haven't figured that one out yet.

So. Am I alone in all these things?

 

Not according to Anthony Weiner.... Bottom line, have fun and enjoy yourself. You only have one life to live Mr Carlos Danger, so live it to the fullest. 40 turns to 60 in a blink of an eye.

 

I agree. Your 40 and then your 50 and then well you know how it goes. I say just sit back and reflect on yourself and your new found thrills and joys of life and your sexuality. It is always good to learn and discover more about yourself. Just enjoy the journey.

 

Just stay away form my sheep!!!