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SUPERCRONE SAYS….

I was delighted to find that at least one friend took me up on my offer to answer questions and/or offer advice on virtually any facet of life.  Following  is the question and my response.  Additions, corrections and opinions are welcome, as are just plain comments.  Go!

Q.  Can I weigh in almost 5 years later?  I actually have a question.   So….I am 42.  My contemporaries (?) Say….slow down.  Sex isn’t everything and I should wait until the moment is right.  What is wrong with safely making the moment right?  I am trying to gather my “posies” where I may while I can gather them.  Btw.  I do have a suicide pact that you may like.  I have an agreement that when decrepitness offends me too much….that an old friend will come and break my hips in the way they ought to be broken.   I should put it in my medical poa to be safe.

A:  Sorry to have taken so long to respond.  Trying to update my work and find a new generation of readers has been exhausting and totally time-consuming.  But I’ve done all that I can do and now my future is in the hands and e-readers of friends and fans. Like you, for instance.
So anyhow, to answer your question:  Of course there’s no reason to stop lusting for lust, regardless of age, state of decrepitude or degree of acquaintanceship with your partner. There’s no such thing as bad sex…just a bad attitude about it.

Although it’s been some time since I’ve had a battery-free instrument in or around my lady-parts, I freely admit to keeping my BOB at the ready and close at hand at all times.  I sincerely believe that an orgasm a day (or at least a couple a week) keep both mind and body limber, attentive and happy.
I envy your suicide pact.  My dearest wish is to die with a hard body on top of me, coming and going simultaneously.  Unfortunately, there are precious few young men who have the balls (ahem) to fuck an old lady to death, regardless of her posthumous gratitude.
Thanks for the question.  Keep ’em coming, to coin a phrase.

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6 thoughts on “SUPERCRONE SAYS….

  1. bigcocky on said:

    Would you skydive naked if you could do it strapped to an airborne ranger? On the one hand, if the ranger fell you’d probably break something on landing. On the other hand, you know. Free falling from eight thousand feet strapped naked to an airborne ranger.

  2. supercrone on said:

    Sure. If he was naked, too and we were strapped “in position”.

  3. bigcocky on said:

    DRD. The man has to land you two, you know. He would have enough on his plate without you grinding his package. And don’t even get me started about the perils of you being strapped to him knees-over-shoulders. One of you has to watch where your going.

  4. supercrone on said:

    Who cares where we’re going if we’re coming?

  5. bigcocky on said:

    Clever.

    Anyway.

    I have a more serious question. Actually a posit in search of an affirmation or denial. I believe that when you do something for the very last time in life, you rarely know that this(that?) will be the last time. The most Supercrone example would be sleeping with someone. I know I’ve never done some girl and thought, “Well, that won’t happen again.” Though the tally of women I’ve screwed and will not again is notable. I mean mundane things like walking on the roof of my house; fixing brakes with my old roomie; dodging gunfire (once). Wa-a-a-ay back when I was in my early twenties I went to a concert with a group of friends, one of whom was a friend-of-a-friend whom I rarely saw. When we were splitting up I told her, “We’ll never see each other again.”

    Almost thirty years later; I’m currently right.

    Any thoughts?

  6. supercrone on said:

    There were plenty of one-nighters I knew I’d never see again, but I doubt I ever came right out and said so. As for places and experiences, I don’t believe that I dwelled on never going there/doing that again, although I’m sure that somewhere in my subconscious I knew that to be a fact. For instance, I knew I’d never return to Singapore when I left, but I never stopped hoping to visit Greece again. On the other hand, there were several people to whom I said, “I never want to see you again!” and didn’t.
    Does that anwer your question?

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