Unless they meet a man with wit and charm to flirt with — and such men barely exist — few of my female friends or I are interested in sex.
Sex is for the young: 'This way I retain my mystery, keep my unfit body to myself and get to keep a flirty friend.
And it is delightful: the cosy business of waking up and feeling for each other, then seeing where it leads.
Continuing to enjoy great sex makes sense of greater longevity, and if you and your husband feel (as Olly and I do) that, like a good wine, your unique blend has both mellowed and spicily matured through the years, then that is something to celebrate.’Once again, another subtle message to women that if we’re not enjoying sex from adolescence to the grave we’re in some way dysfunctional, frigid or wanting — that if we’d ever really been sexy, we’d continue to be so. I enjoyed a wonderful sex life for almost 30 years, but I happily hung up my negligee some 15 years ago and am perfectly content now to pour my passion into other things.
My husband Olly and I have as good a sex life as we have ever had since meeting 42 years ago.I think a lot of women, if they were honest, would agree. I enjoyed a wonderful sex life for almost 30 years, but I happily hung up my negligee some 15 years ago and am perfectly content now to pour my passion into other things.I think a lot of women, if they were honest, would agree.Most of the men who have come knocking at my door since Jacques died seem to be silently evaluating my house, or looking for a nursemaid — my ‘equals’ of the same age mainly had their sights set on some 25-year-old.That is the reality of the sexual landscape in later life.