When I hit the mid-30s that slowed down and I was happy banging older guys who lavished gifts on me. Then cancer took one of my prime assets and my wh...le life changed.“Actually it was for the better. I found myself in bed with men who really cared for me as a person instead of a plaything. And I’m now getting laid more often in addition to being emotionally more satisfied. Coupling with you just now wasn’t the most physically satisfying I’ve ever had, but the look on your face when you entered. As I left her hands. She unraveled around me. I again broke the kiss. As I looked her in the eyes I saw the lust and love had mixed in her eyes. We both unraveled each other. I raised her onto the kitchen counter and I kept on kissing her. I removed her dress. I kissed her more and started licking her neck and press over her bare boobs.A few years back in my memories. I still remember in one of the nights I spent at their home. Some months into their marriage. Shreya used to moan wildly in bed. I put on some quiet jazz, Brubeck I think it was, and sat in the nearest armchair to the sofa.“This is nice,” she said, relaxing into the sofa. We sat in silence, and then she began to speak.“I can’t understand him,” she said, and I knew of whom she was speaking.“We were so...” here she searched for the word, “easy-going with each other. So comfortable, he was always telling me how much he loved me for God’s sake, how well suited we were. He said it, not me!”She paused, then “Well, I said it. With no music and no beat but the one she was imagining in her head, she slowly ground her hips and slid her hands all over her body. Her dancing was always very erotic. She quickly got into it, making sensual suggestions with every part of her body. With great care and deliberation, she started to undress.The blouse came off first. She played with it, sliding it through her extraordinary cleavage, between her legs, around her face. Her expression was one of total craving; craving his body, his.