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Four days ago, I did a shot of Edex and had a very nice oral orgasm. Over the last few days, Mrs. Lion has been putting out panties for me to wear. I’ve been feeling rather frisky. I felt stirring between my legs. After Mrs. Lion finished work yesterday, I took 60mg of generic Viagra (3 20mg tabs). I was curious to see if it might work. I told Mrs. Lion we had to wait thirty minutes for the drug to work.

A half-hour later, Mrs. Lion went to work. I got hard! It was a full erection. Mrs. Lion jerked me off to orgasm. I didn’t produce any semen, but still… We were both surprised. It’s been over a year since I was able to get hard without injecting a boner drug.

I had morning wood this morning. That’s something that hasn’t happened in years.

What the hell?

I know that there is no organic reason why I had severe ED. My testosterone was tested and found to be well within normal levels. I have no prostate issues and no other organic issues. The urologist I’ve been seeing for the ED problem thought it might just be an aging issue: “manopause?”

It could also be psychological. That’s behind a lot of ED. There was no way to know. The evidence suggests that’s my problem. Am I suggesting that some deep-seated need to wear women’s underwear was behind my ED? I don’t think so. Cross-dressing has never appealed to me.

The answer might be just as simple as Mrs. Lion’s decision to exercise sexual control. It can’t be simple domination. She’s been spanking me consistently with no erection improvement. So what’s different now?

Part of it is that her (no prompting from me) decision to make me do something triggered sexual thinking for me. Spanking can alos work, but only if associated with a reason she invents. If I’m right, it’s not too complicated.

I’m surprised at my reaction to such a simple change. I started thinking back about what I wrote about over the years. Mrs. Lion has done a great job of most of what I suggested. Recently, there’s been a change. It’s subtle but very significant. Some of the activity has continued, but was limited to the action, not the underlying reason for doing it.

The easiest example is spanking. Mrs. Lion spanks me fairly regularly. She understands that it’s important to me. Is it the spanking that I need, or is it something else? Simply paddling me doesn’t get my motor running very well. It should. I’ve wanted it forever.  Could it be that expressing a desire to be spanked isn’t the real need?

I’m sure that it isn’t. That’s the problem. Mrs. Lion often follows my lead. I need spanking; she spanks me. Job done. Spanking is the obvious physical activity. Why would I want it? That’s the question she didn’t answer. I’m pretty sure that she knows, but for reasons of her own limited her participation to the obvious end game.

Spanking works for me only if there is a reason for it. She knows that. She refers to “punishing me.” Right! I need that more than just paddling. It’s a game that involves understanding what pushes my buttons and then building a little drama around it. Catching me doing something “wrong” and punishing me for it is what I need. Silently spanking me doesn’t touch that deeper need. Obviously, it’s harder to set the scene and follow through at punishment time. I get it, but that’s what works.

The same is true of sex. Why did I want my cock locked in a male chastity device? It was because I wanted to feel Mrs. Lion’s sexual control. Why is wearing panties exciting? Same reason. Waiting for me to ask for an orgasm and then giving me oral sex or a handjob doesn’t work. It’s providing the end activity without any surrounding scene setting.

All this stuff is my version of foreplay. It’s more than that. It’s what feeds my sexual and emotional health. I need it.

It isn’t all that easy to provide. It requires thought and planning. It takes time and consistent effort. I get that. It’s why professional dominants get paid so much. It isn’t their ablity to use toys. It’s the emotional environment they create for their clients. They determine what works for the client and then they provide it. If they fail, he won’t be coming back.

I’m not going anywhere. If Mrs. Lion doesn’t provide the environment that works for me, then we’ll be back to Edex. We may be back to it anyway, but I’ll have a lot more fun if she discovers what works and then follows through.

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Befitting a big cat, I suppose; I’ve had a lot of interesting adventures in my life. One particular memory bubbled up this morning. In my twenties, I discovered a very primitive form of online chat. In those days, interactive online activities were hosted by individuals or companies who charged for connection to their services. Chat was a plain terminal screen with lines of text scrolling.

Oddly, the conversations on these black screens with white or yellow type felt intimate. I can’t explain it, but it felt like I was in a dark room chatting with people. One Saturday morning I was in my office. I owned a small business and went in to get the invoices out to our customers. When I finished, I used the modem to dial into one of those services. I ended up chatting with a cute grad student. One thing led to another, and she agreed to meet me at my office.

I was particularly horny that morning. Maybe that need traveled over the phone lines to that woman. After our chat, I went back to work. I wasn’t at all sure she would show up. About a half hour later, the buzzer went off from the front door. I used the button on the intercom to unlock it.

I waited by the door to our offices. A pretty girl in jeans and ski jacket came up the stairs. She had long, brown hair that  flowed halfway down her back. Big, brave lion me was terrified. What had I done? She didn’t look much happier. Her bravery was being tested to the limit.

I don’t think either of us was sure that anything would happen. I was never very good at initiating sex. I was wearing jeans and a button-down oxford shirt. We sat close to each other and nervously talked about ourselves. She was an English major doing her master’s at Columbia. She didn’t have a boyfriend and made a strong point that she wasn’t looking for one. Uh oh. Not a good sign.

As we chatted, she moved closer. I went in for a kiss. She returned it passionately. Our clothes came off, and I was inside her almost immediately. She was very turned on. The sex was great. After we dressed, we talked a little more and exchanged phone numbers.. She said she had to go to the library but wanted to see me again. We kissed, and she left.

Over the next year or so, I would call her some evenings after everyone had gone home. She would come, and we would fuck. Each time she was as aroused as she was the first time we were together. At one point, she said that she was addicted to me. What?  She admitted that when I called, she came regardless of what was going on in her life. I asked her if she thought her addiction was dangerous. She said that sometimes it worried her. While we were having this conversation, she was undressing.

At the time, I didn’t give this much thought. We both liked to meet for sex. As far as I could tell, she wasn’t being damaged by her addiction. I’m not sure I believed her. It worked for us at the time. I can’t remember her name, but I can see her clearly in my mind’s eye. It was a very strange experience. I remember that at one point, I suggested oral sex instead of fucking. She was agreeable. It didn’t work. Even though I love oral sex, giving and getting, it didn’t feel right with her. She felt the same way.

Neither of us understood why this very limited contact was all that worked for us. I can’t say that I was addicted to her, but I loved being able to be with her whenever I wanted. We talked about our odd arrangement. I felt guilty that she only got sex. I liked her and would have been happy if we had more. She was more accepting of the situation. Her response was always, “Call and I will come.” She did every single time.

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One of our readers, Mr. Bill, commented that he and his wife are discovering that sex is more than orgasms. That was very good to learn. Since Mrs. Lion lost interest in orgasms for herself, I’ve felt guilty that my sexual needs had become just another chore for her. Sex was something I needed, and it was her job to provide it. I’m pretty sure that she never thought about it that way, but I couldn’t help believing that was how it was for her.

Whwn we finally tried fucking again, a light went on in my head. I realized that having an orgasm wasn’t top of mind for me. I loved being inside her. I know that she wanted me to come. That was her main reason for riding me. I sensed that she liked it too. It wasn’t about arousal for her. I think it was the loving connection we made. Neither of us is very physical. We aren’t touchy feely people. We like to kiss and hold hands, but we aren’t very demonstrative.

There is something incredibly intimate about vanilla sex. It’s the most personal thing people can do. That’s why stealing sex, rape, is such a serious crime. When two people in love fuck, there is a very deep connection. Sure, sex can also be recreational. Fucking can be fun with someone you don’t love. But when it is with your mate, it’s different. It isn’t just sex; it’s something more.

I’m realizing that the lifelong focus on orgasms I’ve had was a distraction from the more important, subtle value of sex. Even sex with a stranger helps fill a need for close contact. It’s hard for me to put into words. Women probably have an easier time with this concept. Female sexual arousal is linear. It slowly grows until orgasm is reached. That slow progression gives a lot of pleasure long before orgasm. Males get aroused quickly but plateau well below orgasm. When orgasm arrives, it is a quick peak of arousal followed by ejaculation and loss of excitement. The plateau we reach before orgasm is nice, but far from the intensity of those few dramatic seconds.

Since we hadn’t fucked in over six years, that first experience was a bit of a revelation for me. Yes, I wanted to orgasm inside my lioness. I’ll always want that. I was very happy not reaching the peak too. It felt so good to be connected with her. I hope she shared that feeling. I want more; a lot more.

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It was like we never did it before. Here we were, an old married couple, trying to fuck. Mrs. Lion turned around with her butt facing me. She tried to get my cock inside her. I was well lubed, but she couldn’t seem to find the right position to let me in. We never had any problems before. I suggested she turn around and ride me cowgirl style. In the past, she would start in this position and stay that way until she had her fill of orgasms. Then, she would turn around and I would have my turn.

Riding me cowgirl style worked easily. We fit perfectly. Since Mrs. Lion didn’t want an orgasm, and this position doesn’t stimulate me enough to get off, we knew we had to make reverse cowgirl work. Encouraged by my cowgirl penetration, Mrs. Lion turned around again’; still no luck. What the hell?

She moved up a bit, and I reached under. Her vagina was a tight ring. I moved my cock under it and she eased down. Nope, I couldn’t get in. I joked that Mrs. Lion was a virgin again. In reverse cowgirl, I think she is.

We gave up and Mrs. Lion used her hand to give me a happy ending. I wondered if mating lion-style (doggy style to the rest of you), would work better. There are a couple of advantages in this position. My erection is firmer if I am standing. It has to do with bloood flow and blood pressure. Since erections are generated by blood pumping into the penis, low blood pressure makes for softer erections.

Also, my ED includes weakening the internal valve that keeps blood sealed into the erect penis. When I am on my back, the blood leakes back into my body and softens my dick. Ugh! When I stand, gravity is my friend, and the blood stays where it belongs. If we do it lion-style, I am standing behind Mrs. Lion. My cock stays harder, and I can control penetration. Ironically, we stopped using this position when I had my first symptoms of ED. I would penetrate her and then get soft.

Now, with the help of Edex, the situation is reversed. It’s harder to stay erect on my back and easier when I’m standing up. We haven’t tried fucking this way in a very long time. We’ll have to see if our parts line up correctly when I’m standing behind her. If this position fails, we can try good old missionary. Neither of us were fans of fucking that way.

Even though we didn’t succeed this time, it felt very good to try. That’s the nice thing about sex over fifty; it’s less about reaching the goal post and more about feeling close to each other.