Old Crocks and Bunny Rabbits.

With the advent of middle age we all find ourselves suffering from those aches and pains that accompany advancing years. Knees, backs, arms, and all kinds of places we never even thought about begin to make their presence felt. This of course is something we all have to accept, but in the case of someone who may have just found a new partner, and who wishes to act like a "bunny rabbit" by continuously proving their libido is still active it can become a real problem. While we don't think we are getting old, our bodies tell us otherwise, and exercise of a sexual nature can highlight these aches to such a point that we wish we hadn't done it "with our leg up there".

Do we learn from this? Of course we don't. We still come back the next time and do the same things, subsequently waking up in the middle of the night in agony, unable to sleep, and fumbling around in the medicine cabinet for the pain killers. Now, if we were sensible we would consider the consequences before we became bunnies, but of course we do not. Our prime objective is to achieve the satisfaction that comes with sexual gratification. When that is happening everything else is excluded from our minds.

It would appear that it's very much a case of "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak" because our libido remains, and becomes the driving force. A friend of mine who shall remain nameless and who was unhappy in her relationship, told me that she often wished her ex's sex drive would subside. That way she would not have to go through what was becoming a chore with him or at least do so less and less. She was told that the male sex drive never goes away, and at that time she had to face perhaps another 30 years of unwanted sexual athletics with someone whom she had no feelings for. She left him.

Of course then what do we all do? We meet someone else, and we take on the role of bunny rabbits again. We lust after our new partner, and the whole aches and pains thing starts again.

For my part, I have endured a bad back for some 25 years after having an operation when I was in my early twenties, and now, after almost any form of exercise I suffer with an inability to walk upright, or get comfortable in any position. Does this stop me assuming the proportions of a huge and singleminded rabbit as often as possible? Does it 'eck.

If we were logical about all this we would take care about how and when we do these things, but sex is not based on logic, it's about lust, and immediacy, and now. We all know what the results will be, and even so, we ignore them.

Still, rabbits never were that clever were they?