Ah, now I get it

Honey, it’s Saturday afternoon. I’m going to jack off. Would you like to join me?”

Of course I would, silly. You know that, and you know we’ll end up doing a lot more than just jacking off. The only question, who’d be the top and who’d be the bottom? We usually switched. Last weekend I’d had a cold, so we’d abstained now for two weeks. Too long for either of us, even after nearly eight years. I longed for him, his silky chest, his rippling stomach. Amazing for 49 years old, really. Here I was at 48, a beached whale like Al Gore.

We hopped into bed. So nice to have this after so many years. When I turned 40, I ended my previous relationship. We hadn’t had sex in … honestly, I can’t recall how long before we called it quits … but we’d become great friends. That’s all nice, but let’s face it. Life’s too short to be yearning for something every day.

It’s nice to sustain the intimacy for this long. It only keeps getting better – with clothes and without.