I started punting in 2012 driven by a rather sexless marriage (25 years) and keen to explore life whilst young and fit and with enough spare cash to do so (age 45). I'd watched porn on and off and certain things 'ticked my boxes'. I wanted to try some of that. Of two 'one night stands' they were exciting and the two different girls showed that some women are completely up for dirty full on sex - but that route was far too dangerous.
But now I look back after around 60 punts and note that I am enjoying it, generally, more and more. I like to try new things (hence the name), and like all of us enjoy the excitement.
Im not overtly concerned but now I tend to punt every 10 days or so (and its heading to wanting to do it weekly) whereas as it was every couple of weeks and before that every month - I have a regular that I like to see - but even so, enjoy the newness of a new hour.
i didn't expect it to be so often, i have no desire or wish to turn it down (i am happy to spend the money and love the experience) - but my question is (sorry, rather long winded to get to the point) is should I expect this to escalate further? Will i want more and more punts, perhaps every week. I find myself on UKP almost every other day - I like the scene and banter so to speak - but not on %%% or AW so much.
My main concern is that i am busy at work but I find myself looking to make sure I have punting 'slots' in my diary and whilst I am not searching for the perfect punt so to speak, is it a slippery slope?
When I was younger, I spent a good 10 years being frequently off my face on various illegal substances. It was fun. A
lot of fun. But whilst I enjoyed it, and did some pretty stupid and risky things, I just about had enough self-preservation to stop it becoming what defined my life. That's not to say it didn't cause problems sometimes - it did - but by recognising it for what it was, a little holiday from the real world, I managed to avoid calamity.
Now, older, I come to other experiences like punting and I see parallels. The ability to get your rocks off with a new woman simply by making a phone call is a incredible rush. The uncertainty of who you are going to see when you open the door sets the heart pounding and the palms sweating in a way few other things can. The clandestine nature of it all adds a frisson of excitement which is otherwise missing in our daily lives.
I attempt to respect punting in the same way I learned to respect psychoactive chemicals. Fun, seductive, naughty, and with the ever-present threat of disaster if you allow it to go too far. You need self-control to be able to do this successfully, and if it's an area where you're weak, then treat this as an opportunity to learn some.
But this leaves questions - how far is too far? how often is too often? That, I'm afraid is something only you can answer, and sometimes the answer can only be found by pushing the boundaries slightly further than you really should have.
A good personal yardstick I've learned over the years is that when it stops being fun, and starts to feel like a compulsion, it's time to back off, at least for a while.
