When you have your youth and unending sexual vitality life just seems perfect. Sex can happen at the blink of an eye, the flash of an ankle, or the accidental brush of the crotch.
It seems to have no ending, no limits to how often or how long. Banging like bunnies has no limitations. Needing to stop for food and water with some sleep thrown in to revitalize.
Fast forward 30 to 40 years…health issues come up. A heart starts to misfire, the body doesn't process things as it once did, and cells start to grow where they shouldn't. Doctors prescribe medication to help with the problem, but the medication causes it's own problems. Adding more to the already complicated life that you have.
But in that mess of health issues and draw backs there can be those times of 15 minutes where things seem to be almost normal. Parts become alert, hard and work as they should. But the timer has started and time is limited to get to the top of the mountain. To feel that sweet sensation of release. To get that cannon to fire. To get that cum out of those balls.
15 minutes to get the most pleasure and sexual connection for the both of us. The timer goes “Tick, tick, tick” in my head to get the most and best out of our time. "Tick, tick, tick” is a back ground beat that adds nothing to the experience.
But letting the "Tick, tick, tick” be the controlling factor in this portion of life is not going to happen. It is not going to win.
Getting the most out of those 15 minutes is the most important thing. To get that sexual connection, skin on skin, is what is important. It is about quality over quantity. If quality is only 15 minutes then it is 15 minutes to take. It just has to be used correctly and we'll.