Our relationship began as a betrayal in the late thirties. It was not the first betrayal for either of us, but it was the last.
What started out as a lustful thirst developed and deepened until we realized we had found the love of life in each other. Within three years, we were married, which meant we could make love whenever we wanted, day and night. We become loved ones driven by feelings and lust in the same amount.
And so it went on over the years. We were even caught in the middle of the act when we were 70 years old by someone who thought we had given up on these things. How wrong he was.
In the early Eighties, the fatigue of our bodies deprived us of sex. We had to wait until the lubricant was applied and the little blue berry gave effect. Then we no longer felt comfortable and sex turned into an embarrassing, painful and difficult experience.
The desire to please each other was replaced by the desire not to cause pain.
We felt like we lost someone when we decided to end our sex life. Today, we look back and remember with nostalgia how beautiful, how meaningful and exciting our bodies were.
From an anonymous woman for The Guardian
