Worth The Wait

An eBook By Christina Rhys.

As for a sex life, she learned very quickly that most of the women she knew were actually glad they did not have to have sex anymore. When the topic had arisen at some of the Tupperware parties she attended, she almost dropped her cup of punch when she heard several women laughing about telling their husbands that it was natural for a woman to lose all her sex drive after the meno-horrors. They actually seemed to relish the excuse that vaginal dryness gave them to avoid sexual contact. Anna decided right then that either they were as crazy as loons or she was. Anna was post-menopausal, but she still craved sex. All of it. The foreplay was the emotional balm that made her feel desirable. She needed to feel that some special man truly desired her. Why didn’t these women need to feel that? As for the dryness, any woman who really cared could do a little reading and soon discover that taking some appropriate vitamins would help. Not to mention tucking a tube of Astroglide in the bedside table. What was wrong with these women? Why did they take for granted the very things she lay awake at night aching for? Eventually Anna gave up trying to make anyone understand that her husband was dead, but she wasn’t.

Sometimes deep in the darkest part of the night she felt as if something must be truly wrong with her. Surely it wasn’t normal for a woman her age to ache to feel a man’s warm body lying next to hers in bed. Surely it wasn’t normal for a woman her age to spend as many hours as she did fantasizing about all the wonders of sex she had never experienced. Surely it wasn’t normal for a woman her age to even expect a man to want to place his lips on her clitoris even though lips had never caressed her there before. Surely he would rather bury his face between younger legs and taste younger flesh. Did younger, moist lips sheltering a swollen bud taste any different, any better, than her own older, wet flesh that quivered at the mere thought of a man’s lips sliding over it en route to thrusting inside her beckoning vagina? Normal or not, she only knew she didn’t want her life to be defined in the past; her chance to satisfy these longings couldn’t be over.

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