I love it.
Passionate, humid, organic.
It can be earth-shattering with the right person. It can be deeply moving or soul-wrenching. It can be disgusting. It can be alienating.
You can moan. You can shout. You can cry if you feel like it.
It can be bizarre.
It can be dangerous. Really dangerous.
People have died or gotten killed because of it.
People have murdered during sex.
People have died in the saddle.
Society detests it.
Even the conservative kingdoms and warlords in Central Asia begrudgingly have to accept that it is essential to the maintenance of the primacy of human life as we know it.
There is no other viable alternative to future humans.
IVF has resulted in 9 million people being born since its invention and it is a drain on medical and financial resources for families and societies. Compare that to the implantation of sperm via the heterosexual coitus -it has fertilised many more than the current 8 billion people in the planet.
A thousand times more, for almost no cost.
As a mechanism of exchange of genetic data, sex has won.
Our planet is overpopulated with us because we like sex a lot and we have got rid of predators and disease. Or so we think.
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Sex with Ms. Ace is like being in an ad of the finest Swiss Chocolate. Luscious. Delicate. Joy.
But age is advancing on us and we are not the same we were twenty years ago. Menopause is settling in ever so slightly, but surely. Eyes cannot watch the same. Bodies change. Minds change. The memories remain.
I miss plentiful sex.
I try to cope and find alternatives, but I really do miss her body next to mine. Sometimes we let it wait for too long.
When we do get to have sex, my joy is like that of a farmer in the desert when it rains. I am grateful to the heavens and I am dancing with joy.
Her scent is delicious, soothing and erotic. She is an amazing lover. I surrender to her.
Queen.
Even after these many years I touch her skin and a spark flows through. I can feel it and sometimes, it takes my breath away.
She is still the most beautiful girl in the world.