First real "encounter" since the surgery (lots of fooling around, but yesterday was... the full meal deal). And... guys... wow. GET THIS SURGERY.

Before the surgery, I was a real "one minute wonder" (if I could even get lucky; at 338, it doesn't happen much). I would be panting and wheezing and see spots, and I was lucky to even be able to finish. I was used to the woman not... finishing, either.

Yesterday.

SEVEN. HOURS.

She had more... moments of joy than I could count (maybe 12? 15? 20?), and I had... THREE.

THREE. In one night! Guys, I'm 42. That just doesn't HAPPEN to guys my age.

And it certainly never happened before the sleeve.

Good god, men, if you have ANY problems in that area at all and are pre-sleeve, RUN, don't walk, and get the surgery.

UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLE. I thought that stuff only happened in porno movies...

Ok, I'll shut up now. But... wow.

Sore... exhausted... and happy

Edit: uh, it wasn't seven hours continuously, I should mention... 8pm till 3am, but not all, uh, action. Even at my current fitness level, that WOULD kill me. Seven hours of go... rest, chat, laugh... go... rest, chat, laugh... repeat until too sore and exhausted to continue! And NOW I WILL shut up.

Congrats. Feels good doesn't it?

I think I started this post years ago..... guess that means I was on to something.

So, ummmmm, what part of America are you in? [emoji6]

Lmaooo!! That's funny..