The 9 most disturbing passages in Bill Cosbys books on love, sex and family

Just as I no longer can go one-on-one in basketball the way I once did, I also lack the stamina to go one-on-one in bed the way I did in my salad days. In spite of the profound love I have for my wife, sex at my age has become exhausting, which leaves me yearning for a younger body, or longing for a good nap. A man of my age comes home late from the office, has dinner, takes a shower, ignores a few bills, and finally makes it into bed. Discovering another person is in that bed, and dimly aware that this person is a different sex, he starts to make his move.

“Not tonight,” says his wife.

And the man rolls over with a smile.

Thank you very much, he silently says.

His heart had not been in the mood, nor any other part. All he had really wanted was to go on the record.

My wife probably feels that our bed has become a G movie, but I am actually in tune with the times, for recent surveys have revealed that most women would rather cuddle than have sex, and I am the Clark Gable of cuddlers. I don’t need Dr. Ruth because I am tuned to Dr. Seuss.

— “Time Flies”

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