I answered this in your other thread. What I didn't say was that the partner who actually needed the drug, did not automatically resort to it. We tried jelquing and regular practice achieving his erection for many months first. This was not an easy process, but I loved him. We were monogamous, and fluid bonded. We had problems though, as he struggled with guilt from making love and sharing his bed with someone other than his late wife. We broke up when I perceived that he preferred her memory over my tangible offerings and my very real, very close relationship with his son and daughter, whom I came to love as if my own. Honestly, we got back together because I missed them, more than any other reason. At first I just spent time with them, but little by little he and I also began to spend time alone again, and though I was emotionally withdrawn, and he was emotionally withholding, I agreed we could resume sexual contact, but not monogamy.
The same emotional factors caused relations between us to be strained to the point where his primary value to me was his ability to get me off. When it was obvious to him that I was no longer interested in working hard to help with his erection quality, he knew he was about to be ejected from the roster. I'd sit on his mouth, take my pleasure, and blow him a bit. If he couldn't become sensitive enough to climax, I stopped blowing him and went to sleep or went home. If he couldn't get hard enough for a condom, I stopped trying to make the condom work and went to sleep, or left. Previously, when we had been monogamous, I'd try without the condom, and that was very successful. By then, however, I had new partners, and condoms were mandatory.
One night, as I was leaving early, he promised to fill the prescription. I told him to call me once he had. For a few months we had Viagra, and I considered returning to monogamy. But he was still not really over his late wife. He'd been opening up to me again, and I was beginning to soften. But when their wedding anniversary and the anniversary of her death rolled around, I got tired of sharing him with a ghost, and I dropped him altogether. I just don't like the way he treats me at the end of summer. This time, we have not remained friends. I was pretty unkind when I left, so that he wouldn't be tempted to lure me back.
So. What's my point? Get it if you need it. But don't expect a woman to care more about your dick than the rest of the relationship. With his dick in fine order, he was one of the best playmates I ever had. We had so much fun. When I loved him and wanted a future with him and his family, I didn't care that sex was challenging. It was hot to me. It was fun. We tried so much foot fetish related kink. I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything, I swear. I was delighted with him. So, to me, the question becomes, why would you play with vasodilators like they are novelties, when there is no real benefit to you or your partner? If you need it, get it. It's miraculous. Truly. But if not? Let it the fuck go.
