Softening everywhere, but sensuous imagination replaced hard-driving thrusts. My lover at this time was a man my age - gasp! - a good-looking director. And yes, meditation.Īnd the sex softened. I softened - my workouts “softened” - swimming, yoga, walking, breathing. And anybody who didn’t want it - didn’t deserve me. I used to be a freak about my body being “perfect.” But the body does change, and I wasn’t covering up anything anymore. My lesson: Important: Stand up to slut-shaming! I was getting some of that from my “pals.” Nope. What I got: All the ferocious head-banging sex I could handle.ĭuring these years I specialized in “wrong” dudes - the broke and mostly drunk artist, the sad (but funny) comedian with the unfortunate habit of saying “awesome” after sex.Īfter crossing every sexual proclivity that called my name (which again, strongly recommend), I needed a little softness in my life … The last thing I wanted was “romance” after that confidence-stealing heartbreak. Into the world of internet dating … and what a world! Turns out older women are a sizzling commodity! Score. My lesson: My flood gates finally opened - and the partner who always wanted me passionately is suddenly never in the mood - and I kept telling myself it’s OK. They’re not for everyone, but for me - my desert was suddenly abloom! And, oh, I canned that tone-deaf gyno, replaced him with a compassionate woman who prescribed a low dose hormone. The self-esteem from the workouts (kegels, kegels), emotional support from pals strapped into the same menopause roller coaster as me - nothing like a laugh during a hot flash - did wonders.
I pushed my workout routine to get my muscles (and my groove back, Stella) and - at 60 - became stronger than I’d ever been. The stirrings returned … But still no home nookie. My lesson: Read a damn book! Prepare for menopause in your 40s. Our wicked sex life reduced to nearly zip. Me: “I don’t know what is wrong with me - I no longer have any desire for sex.” Here’s an example of a conversation with my male gynecologist: Sex In The Menopause Age 56-58Īll was horny and fabulous with my young buck until … Menopause. And the sex was even hotter once I stopped worrying about pleasing him and came clean to admitting what I really wanted. While I loved the novelty of polyamory - it wasn’t for me. I’d become a one-on-one gal once I was in deep. I was disappointed with myself but, alas, my progressiveness had found its limit. While it was exciting at first, I found myself jealous about the time in the sack he gave her - versus me. We were officially polyamorous - for about 10 months. And - for the first time in my randy life - a third party was introduced. Kink entered my life - a bit of bondage - a tad of spanking. His sex drive was equal to mine - yea! And his disgust for anything “traditional” was deeper. I took my lessons of connection - and a tubful of sex toys - to be with a sexually charged man who happened to be 18 years younger. Well, not so much “men” - but their anatomy. I fell into a relationship with a Persian stud. And scratch the itch of those pent-up desires.
HOT WOMEN OVER 50 HOW TO
My lesson: Learn how to become a good lover. Women (and lots of them) helped me with that.
I realized I had been “performing” - not connecting during sex. I had deeper orgasms with partners for the first time in my life. I am an extremist - either very “out there” or “very in.” And when that “very in” time is over - the coming out party can be ferocious … and it was. Unleashing desires tucked away for nearly 40 years? Now that is sexy.
HOT WOMEN OVER 50 FREE
I found myself free - with a need to explore what I’d fantasized about during the last bit of that snore-y marriage: Women. The sex life went kaput after seven years. But hardly any brains and no ambition, making him hard to respect. Here’s what sex after 50 has looked like for me. I’m writing to you from the promised land to say: Please anticipate - with sexual glee - the time ahead of you. For context, I just turned 72 and I’ve experienced plenty: Married, divorced, straight, bi, partnered, unpartnered.
And I mean heart-pumping fanamazintastic banging. But fear not! Sex after 50 really does get better. True, not every romp is as “athletic” as it was at 29 (five times a night, I’m looking at you).
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