There’s all kinds of sex – the ‘hot and lusty’ (oh my), the ’it’s been three days’ (quick, get your clothes off we have to get up in the morning), the ‘backseat of the taxi we are on vacation’, the ‘we could go to the museum or I could give you a blow job’ afternoon sex, the ‘I know the children are downstairs but I just looked at you and I can’t wait..if we are quiet…,’ the ‘what are you doing with your hand?’, the ‘we are on vacation and we have all day’, and then there is the pure love of ‘comfort sex’.
I can’t think of anyway to help you. I don’t know what to say to make your pain better. I can just hold you, or if you want I can be as close to you as I can become – that is the comfort one loving being can give to another. But a smart man, or woman, waits to be asked yes? When you are confronting deep, old pain without a cure you must tread carefully.
Never before have I wanted to have another human even near me during this time. I grieve alone. I normally physically and mentally retreat until I can stand the light of the world again, and last year was no exception even though the adorable husband was here. Perhaps it is a change or perhaps it is just the need to have someone fill the huge empty space, but this year I wanted him to fill me up with something that wasn’t misery, something that was loving and not painful. It says I think, how much I trust him. How precious is that to each of us?
And so I asked him, “Would you make love to me please?” And he did in a slow, gentle, dance of wrapping himself around my pain while not touching it. There was a prelude of sweet, then more insistent kisses, with the gentle feel of his hands playing over my body and bringing me to life. When he entered me with his eyes holding mine I felt a release of some of the torment and the tears that fell were of gratitude not pain.
It was a gift. A gift of love that started bringing me back to the world. And then yesterday we had ‘we could go to the museum or I could give you a blow job’ sex – that all began with a silk scarf….. fill in your own pictures at this point lovely readers.
Ciao – and thank you for waiting.
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Museum? Blowjob? My, what a quandary. But, darling, this was really sweet and the idea of comfort sex is appealing in smoothing over the rough edges of life. And, as a male, when I am truly distressed it's sometimes difficult to get it up, so gentle ministrations, or certainly the aforementioned blowjob will help me immeasurably. And so glad you are feeling better.
ReplyDeleteI am better my friend, thank you. And thank you for commenting! Grrr! I'm trying to get a dialogue going here (yes, I am indeed impatient) and so far the stat counter says people are reading but you are the only brave soul talking... sigh. ...in time. Thank you for coming by AND COMMENTING.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you visited my blog, my dear! Reading these posts was just a wonderful "lift" for me....I mean psychologically. I am closing in on 80....(Well, I will be 79 in June..) And it is wonderful to read that you have re-found your true love and that sex is a wonderfully big part of that love.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE "Comfort Sex"....it is a very long time since I expereienced any of what you are describing, but I DO remember how wonderful it was to be comforted in such a loving intimate way...!
As to readers willing to comment--It does take time, but keep on keeping on...Your writing is honest and WONDERFUL!
wish i could write as openly as you do..... so much i could say if only i could find the words :-) but at least i found the man :-)
ReplyDeleteBella!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Hawaii my Friend!
Comfort Spiral
Old Lady of the HIlls
ReplyDeleteThank you and thank you for coming by. I look forward to having great sex in my eighties as well! Thank you so much for the kind words of encouragement.
Sally
Ah yes but "finding the man" is the hard bit! So you have that out of the way! thank you and thank you for coming by.
Cloudia
Thank you and thank you for coming by.