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If I ever thought about it, I suppose I would have predicted me having an active sex life until I was in my mid to late sixties and then probably giving in to inevitable age related loss of libido or more acute health problems.
However, I was fifty when a few minor issues took sex off the agenda for us, and it just so happened that we just grew into celibacy, as a way of life.
I must say that I still have red blood in my veins, and I am not beyond feeling the sap rising occasionally, but it passes, and I am quite content to let it do so.
I absolutely adore the female form, and I love female company, but it is an appreciation of all of the facets of femininity that I enjoy including sexuality, but without any consideration of sex per se.
Anyway, to me, sex without love would be totally devoid of value.
Now it's late and I'm bound to have got some wires crossed somewhere and maybe not expressed myself clearly, but what I've written is either true for me, or as near as damn it.
(continued ....... if necessary ...... otherwise I'll leave it at that for now)