Zeraph

...For lack of a better word. I have a feeling there are undiscovered ways of treating sexual energy or desire for sex that have yet to be categorized. Like temperaments for sex.

For instance, I find it odd that it's like I have an on/off switch for my sexual libido. If I am away from attractive women, no pictures, no nothing, it's like I have no sexual energy at all. I'm just not interested on a feelings level (as opposed to intellectually I know that my libido will return so I know I'm interested, I just don't feel it at the time). But wow, if I see an attractive woman it just shoots up (no pun intended) instantly, it's like I have no middle ground. It's either off or going 100mph.

I have had more stress recently, so it may just be related to that. That is I have so much stress that if women are out of sight theyre out of mind too because I have all these stressors acting on me.

It hasn't always been like this, I'm still young (21) so maybe it's just a phase or maybe it's what I'm maturing into. I dunno.

Does anyone get what I'm trying to refer to? How is your sexual temperament?

snowy

My libido varies so much from day to day that it's hard to pin down. Some days it's 100%, bouncing-off-the-walls-like-a-12-year-old-with-hormones horny. Some days it's nothing. Some days it's 30%, like I'll do it if he really wants to but quite frankly it's not the first thing on my list. And sometimes it's 80%, where I want it, but I want it to be natural, slow, and lovely.

Most everyone's sex drive is pretty strongly influenced by the amount of stress in their lives. Mine definitely takes a dive when I have other things to think about, simply because those other things are fighting for headspace.

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Toaster126

I think men are much more able to turn it on and off at a drop of a hat...

That being said, I would define my sexual energy as making Michael Douglas seem gay.

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MoonDog

I'm 37, and went until age 18 without sex. AFTER 18, and my first girlfriend in college, it was like someone had cranked open a firehose in terms of my sexual energy. My subsequent girlfriends all mentioned to me that they knew guys were into sex, but I was almost ridiculously energetic. And, of course, I was CONSTANTLY thinking about more sex!

3 or 4 times in a row wasn't unheard of for me, right up to about age 27. Then I started to slow down a bit. Nowadays, I perform more like my age, and need "recharge time. However, I still think about sex ALL the time, and find myself drifting off into pleasant fantasies about my wife...

Sometimes I have to wonder if I am a sex addict, but things of a sexual nature have never consumed me to the point of actually damaging relationships, work, etc., so I think it's just me being cranked to "11" all the time.

Prince

I don't know. I feel like my libido died a slow, quiet death, and I don't really know what to do about reviving it, if for no other reason than for the well-being of my marriage.

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doncalypso

My libido is always on... I crave sex all the time and I'm basically never satiated.

In my current relationship I'll say that I'm definitely satisfied with the quality of sex. But I'm definitely not satisfied with the quantity.

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shesus

My libido goes through a cycle, I guess it probably has something to do with my bc pills. One week I can't get enough, I'm up for it anytime, everyday. Then the next week, it's high, but it's not like i have to have it right away. I take it when I get it, but I don't necessarily search it out. The 3rd week, I don't have any. I feel depleated and I will perform if it's necessary, but I'd rather just not. Then I'm normal the next week, then it's time for insatiableness again. I've been this way for awhile and I've accepted that at some points I just don't want it, but at other times I can't get enough.

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ratbastid

My libido is like a constant pressure. In the back of my mind, there's something sexual going on almost 100% of the time. Obviously I'm able to pick and choose when I'm going to act on that, but I never have to reach too far for it, either.

hagatha

Everything "doncalyspo" said.

savvypup

Ditto here. Sometimes certain words that people say, get me thinking of sex. Like 'Are you coming to ....?'

I don't know, I think I just love the word. Unfortunately this is a constant too, which in a work related environment, I have to try and keep my smirk to myself.

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analog

I may not always be "on", but I'm ALWAYS ready at the drop of a hat- or for a more direct metaphor, the unleashing of boobies. I see boobs, it's on- there, then, immediately.

absorbentishe

Oh man, I'm always ON! I'm thinking about sex, 38/8 and then some. If I could be naked and with my wife, and another, and another, then I'd be near where I need to be.

TexanAvenger

As this is exactly the way I feel on the topic, and I do not wish to just say "ditto," let me give a for instance: The other night, about 2:30 'o the morn, I was walking by myself down the main strip on campus (old street closed to traffic), just thinking about grabbing my tool box from the trunk of my car. My mind is on disassembling a futon in my girlfriend's room, there's not much sex in that. I happen to look up at a window on the second story to my right, and I'm caught in a cliché moment. I now have tunnelvision as all I can see is the breathtakingly beautiful girl in the act of removing her final piece of clothing. After about a good minute of gawking and disbelief, and resisting the urge to grab a ladder and hop it against the building over to the window, I made the trip to the tool box and back to my dorm much faster... and made use of the futon. Thus, by the strange alchemy that is the breast, tools become sex.