Decades of Sex (24): Final Impressions

This cycle of contributions comes to an end. In twelve stories and eleven sets of impressions, I recounted episodes from my sexual life that involve María, my partner of decades of sex and the rest of life, as well as other people with whom she, I, or both share bodies and souls in the pursuit of pleasure, which has not concluded although we have torn out many pages from the calendars. In some stories, it is evident that the events occurred a long time ago, when there were no cell phones or computers available to everyone. In other cases, there are no references that allow us to deduce the era, just to highlight the permanence of sexual activities, influenced only partially by circumstances. Additionally, there are matters I narrated that are very but very recent, because we're old but still alive!

I bid you farewell until I gather new experiences in sufficient quantity and quality (you know, readers, if you want to keep reading, what they have to do...) but before I share some more reflections. For example, did I achieve my objectives? It's a central question when a process is closed. I gathered some points, had more than amiable followers and interesting comments, but first and foremost, the main and egoistic motive, the pleasure of writing: fully fulfilled. On the other hand, have I fought prejudice about sexuality in old age? I hope so. What's most important, when it comes to communication, is what I wrote in my first story: that someone enjoys reading, that they get hot and continue the chain of pleasure. According to the comments and private messages I received, I believe the message reached some people on this site, as well as some other protagonists of the stories who also read them.

Did I share María's image? I'm writing at the end of March and it hasn't passed yet but I'm not giving up and you, by reading this, already know if it happened or not...Note of May 24: not on these pages, although yes in some private messagesI managed to revive erotic situations we shared together or separately and renew passions, recovering our old hormones' youthful glow in sweat, saliva, and cum spilled. Fiesta of skins, always the same, yet always different! I delight in refreshing those previous delights in current happiness, amplified and beautified by delicious new contacts that I began to cultivate thanks to this noble page.

I had committed to using only one page of my text processor and I fulfilled it absolutely without breaking it once, at the expense of summarizing what was sometimes very extensive. I hope readers will appreciate it, although we'll never know if the long text was better.

I think now that readers have the elements of judgment to know how much Maria changed throughout her life, because, as I told you at the beginning, she was quite prudish when I met her. I spoke little about our usual sexual habits, although some of that seeped into the successive Impressions. To compensate for that omission, I'll stop writing now and resume this document on the same day of its publication, Saturday, May 23rd, 2015, when I'll tell you in a couple of paragraphs until the end of this page what happened the night before:

I couldn't resume it on Saturday because I fell asleep. We went to bed late and I had to get up early. I was slipping into sleep, thinking I'd recount an earlier session, when Maria's familiar hand ran along my back, her hairy buttocks, probed between my legs. Purring, I rolled over and kissed her. I felt my willpower growing stronger than the volume of my virility. Thus, the usual tumult of body-to-body unfolded: disorder of kisses, sucks, caresses, pinches, grabs, penetrations, light blows, more kisses, more sucks, interrupted breathing, bites, moans, incoherent words, false protests, dirty blasphemies, eternal vows, loud orgasms, laughter, kisses, more caresses, more kisses and the bliss of our consummated love in physical action bringing sleep to our consciences... Miraculous have been all the adventures I narrated in the exercise of mutually granted sexual freedom. I highlight now the simple pleasure of the adventurer returning from a trip to enjoy the routine of his home. I am a traveler and a sedentary; I love new landscapes, I'm fascinated by coming back home. One delight sustains the other, nourishing the wheel of pleasure. Until always.