Frustrate
I recently gained some insight into how sex is a mental thing for women, and for men it is a core function, a basic need the body craves.
I feel more like a man sometimes, in this regard. Maybe it is because of my age; women in their 30s are just extremely horny. Partners of the same age, if they are men, can't keep up, because their prime was in their teens. So with this disparity, won't there be frustration?
And because while I feel that core, manly basic need, it is still mental in some way because sometimes I crave intimacy, not sex alone. I want a long makeout session maybe, if intercourse cannot last that long - the average duration across men is actually sadly short, between 10 to 20 minutes as I vaguely recall.
Either scenario will leave me wanting, sooner than later, too soon for one single partner to recover and provide. If he is not in the mood to be kissed or sucked, it becomes a trigger for an argument, or at best, it is putting unfair demands on him. I don't want him to be annoyed or pressurised.
Tonight I feel this frustration palpably. And I am not ashamed to say so, because just as we need food to eat, we also need sex. I am hungry, and that is perfectly natural a state of want to be in.
One day I will solve this issue to some extent, be it in a theoretically correct manner or in an unorthodox fashion.
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