I don’t know if I would call it a fascination, an addiction, or a deep-rooted perversion, but at seventy-one years old I still carry an overwhelming, throbbing desire for sex that has pulsed through me for most of my adult life. As a teenager I burned with envy listening to my classmates brag about their conquests. I craved pussy with an intensity that embarrassed me. I was too shy and insecure to make the first move, so...