Humping My Leg

‘All I’ve had in the last week is one quick thrust and an assisted wank, my bollocks are so full, it’s like a couple of potatoes down there!’

I laughed because Ruf was doing a verbal impression of humping my leg, he was so frustrated.

We had spent four whole weeks together and the truth is that my body just can’t cope with continuous rumbustious sex, I start to break. It’s not just the threat of cystitis and the soreness I endure if overused, I just become exhausted because of the strains of working so hard at getting our business up and running.

It’s not even that he is as active as he was when we were first together, age is beginning to show little pointers in terms of recovery periods between adventures, I look back and wonder at the amount of energy we used to expend getting laid almost continuously over a 48 hour period.

The huge surge of testosterone that accompanied the beginning of my Menopause met the caged masculinity of a man determined to enjoy his own prowess and looking for a woman to match him. The electricity between us was like fireworks and we just couldn’t keep our hands of each other.

Even though he wanted a committed relationship with a proper girlfriend, the force of our encounters would push all thoughts of that other woman out of his head.

And now I am that girlfriend… but a woman who has to start making her own way in the world financially. The pressure takes its toll physically and mentally.

But so long as we can talk to each other and continue to respect the other person’s needs, I know that we will make it through.

With liberal amounts of lube to ease the passage, Ruf got his end away and I got my orgasm.

It’s extraordinary how much more energised a girl can feel from the release of all those endorphins.