Think you’re too old to fall in love? Well, here is Enduring Heart to prove you wrong and debunk some myths about older people. Read her experience of love and sex at 60.
Enduring heart – sex at 60 and beyond
So, now the salacious bits – sex at 60 and beyond.
Not that R and I have actually taken part in the real deal yet. But we’ve talked about it. Oh, we definitely have talked about it and in detail.
Just because R and I haven’t been together yet in the physical sense, that doesn’t mean we haven’t had sexual encounters of a sort.
Passionate emails, phone sex – something foreign at least to me, though R’s initial shyness would suggest it was all new to him too. It didn’t take us long to get over being self conscious though.
Maybe that’s one of the benefits of age – our inhibitions were quickly thrown out the window. I’ve been using words I thought I would never say aloud in my life, verbally describing detailed, explicit sexual situations for the both of us.
Telling a man, for the first time in my life, what I liked, and how I liked it – and having him do the same back to me, all with no embarrassment – I truly think that’s only been possible because of our ages.
And then there is sexting – sending the same sort of verbal descriptions through texts. Ah, technology – who knew? It’s not just for the young.
This grandma can sext along with the best 20-year-old out there. Maybe even better, because I think being 60 has allowed me to get past all those barriers of embarrassment, shyness, and fear of being thought strange or perverse.
We’ve even ‘experimented’, talked about sexual positions, encounters we’d like to eventually have, but either never had the courage to try or lack of interest by our previous partners.
I will admit that the thought of getting caught ‘doing it’ in a public place is just a bit more than this grandma is willing to try. Not because it isn’t intriguing but the thought of getting caught by younger people and hearing “ewww” at the sight of our old bodies is just a bit too much for me.
I know that disgust is a common reaction of the young when they think of older couples engaging in sexual activity. I recently read a blogger in his late twenties state that the thought of someone over 65 having sex made him want to throw up in his mouth.
I would love to be around 30 years from now to ask him if he’s changed his opinion.
I think, or at least I hope, he’s in for a surprise. Maybe senior sex isn’t pretty, but it’s just as exciting, maybe even more so, and just as necessary as when we were young. Thank goodness I’m old because the thought of senior sex is sounding better and better to me (hmmm…time to check my incoming texts…).
It’s only a matter of time now before R and I get together in the real, physical sense. Plans are in the works, calendars marked.
I’m excited, but nervous, too. What will he think of me when he sees me after all these years? What will I think of him? And will the sex be as great as we both want to believe it will be?
Our inhibitions have entirely melted away, so at this point I can’t imagine we would both suddenly turn shy once we are together in the flesh. Older bodies, wrinkles, extra pounds and gray hair notwithstanding, I expect sex at 60 to be the best I’ve ever had. It certainly has been so far.
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I’m sure my story is not unique so please respond if you find anything strikes a chord. Or if you have an alternative experience of love and relationships in your 50s, 60s and beyond, please share it – it can only help everyone. Perhaps together we can dispel some myths and gain the confidence to enjoy a part of our lives that is not usually publicised.