I'm fine where I'm at. If I go back and am still as lustful as I am, people would be shocked at the amount of nudie magazines and Polaroids I'd have under my bed. Lol
Besides, erotic novels of the 1980s are so cringy.
If you were to be offered a role at a high-paying business job where you do basically nothing but sign papers, but had to walk up the stairs to the 50th floor of your office building everyday, would you do it?