I hear you get up and go to the bathroom, and then head back to bed. You know I will join you again soon. Mornings when you are not working, I am up early as you catch some much-needed sleep. It didn’t take long for us to establish our little morning patterns. They just seemed to flow out of our relationship, as easily and quickly as our love reestablished itself.
We never lived together years ago, but the attraction was so deep that it stayed in the backs of both our minds for forty years. Thank goodness for the Internet, we both say, or we would have never found each other again. My heart skipped a beat when I opened that first email from you four years ago. Every so often over the years, I would dream of you and wonder what had become of my sexy rebel.
I’m awake now from the caffeine and entertaining mail from friends on the West Coast. The aching in my body has lessened also.
It’s light enough now in the bedroom to see your face as I crawl back under the blankets. I lie down and drink in the details of your face, as your deep breathing shows me you have fallen asleep again. I gently lay my hand on your cheek. How I love the feel of your rough beard against the palm of my hand. I grin as I remember it against my thighs and pussy.
I remember the photo I have of you sleeping in the hotel room last year, as we took our first tentative steps back towards each other. I smile, thinking of how hungry we were for each other’s bodies that first night. You must have made me cum two dozen times—first with your fingers, then your mouth, then your cock. We had been teasing each other for months, ever since you asked me to go to the conference with you. I had been writing erotica for you, and you had seduced me via webcam, so it was no wonder we felt like we had already made love. We were so comfortable together, as if we had never been apart.
You stretch against me and turn slightly. I turn over and settle my back against your chest. One of your arms closes around my breasts, and the other grabs the softness of my belly. No matter how many exercises I do at the gym, that belly that cradled two babies is now a permanent part of me. You don’t care though; you love it anyway.
The backs of your fingers are stroking me slowly now, waiting for that gasp, which will let you know that I’m interested. That gasp comes soon, as your touch relaxes and excites me.
The hand on my breast starts to play with a nipple, first just brushing lightly, then as it hardens, pulling and pinching. Harder, yes, I think, and as if reading my mind, you do just that. I gasp again.
“Good morning, my love,” you whisper in my ear and then give it a playful lick.
Your fingers on my belly are working their way lower, tracing the sparse hair that grows below. I’m making soft purring sounds. One finger slips down into my wetness. I’m moaning now.
“Do you want more, baby?”
“Oh, yes, I always want more.”
Your fingers circle around my pussy lips and clit, teasing, keeping me on edge. How do you do that so well? How, in a few short months, have you learned my body so completely?
But then you always did that to me, didn’t you? You were my second-ever lover when we came together for the first time forty years ago. You knew exactly what to do with me from the minute you touched me. We were both involved with other people then, but the attraction to each other was overwhelming. Was it the look in your eyes, or your kisses that got to me then? Whatever it was, I remembered it for all those years until we found each other again.
Maybe then it was just sex, but now it is so much more: the conversations where we realize that we are thinking the same thoughts, the complete trust as we reopen our hearts, and the depth of our connection when we look into each other’s eyes.
Your fingers have found my center now, and I’m right on the edge of cumming. Your other hand has a firm grasp on one of my nipples.
“Hmm, babe, I’m so close now.”
“Yes, yes,” you breathe into my ear. I know you love it when I tell you I’m cumming. I turn my head slightly and catch your gaze. I see the love in your eyes, and my orgasm sweeps over me. I hear your laugh as I cum and soak your fingers.
I don’t know how many fingers you have inside me now, but I’m crying out, “Fuck me, babe, fuck me hard!” You oblige me, several times, then pull back a bit and play with my clit, which causes me to gasp in a different way. My clitoral orgasms are a little bit harder to make happen, but your fingers know me well now, and your eyes are glowing as one overtakes me.
As I am writing this, you come into the study to look over my shoulder. “I’m working on that story for the senior sex anthology.”
“Do you need some inspiration?” you ask, as you swivel my chair around to face you.
Then you are down on your knees and pulling aside my bathrobe, and my legs open wide for you. Your tongue finds my clit immediately, as I sigh and lean back. Just the kind of inspiration I most enjoy. Your fingers slip inside me and I let out a scream.
“More, oh yes, more.”
In a few minutes, as I’ve soaked the chair and your beard is wet and glistening, you look up and stop. “Enough for now?”
The satisfied grin on my face tells you yes.
Time to get back to writing this story, reinspired now.
After so much attention to me, it’s time to see what you have been doing, and I reach down to find your cock rock hard. You get so hard just listening to me cum, and now it’s your turn. I sit up and climb over you, sinking onto your stiffness. We grin at each other as I move on top of you. If I lean back just a bit, your cock hits that place inside that makes me cum hard. You pinch my nipples as you gaze up at me, and another orgasm shudders through my body.
Alas, your hard-on is losing strength, and you slip out of my pussy before I can give you your much-needed release. Not to worry though, I know what will soon have you up again. I maneuver my way up your body until my cunt is over your mouth. Going to the gym is definitely worth it, as my legs are strong on either side of your shoulders. You grab my ass to pull me into position.
And then your tongue finds my clit and I’m over the edge again, holding on to the headboard. I’m so aroused now that in a minute or so I’m squirting and soaking your beard. I look behind me and see that you are stroking your cock, which is growing solid again in your hand.
I climb off of your chest and turn my body around so that I can lick you. I love the smell and taste of our fluids mixing. The head of your cock swells in my mouth and I tease up and down your shaft with my tongue. I can tell that it won’t take you long now.
“Where would you like to cum, babe? In my pussy, or in my mouth?”
“Oh, in your pussy. Yes.”
I slide my body around until my back is against you. We maneuver a bit and you push into my wetness from behind at an angle that works wonderfully for both of us.
I reach down to touch my clit, and hearing my moans is the final push you need to let go. I love the way your orgasmic tremors seem to last forever, overtaking your whole body.
The sun is peeking through the blinds now.
“Good morning, my love. Happy?”
“Yes. So very happy. Who knew it could be this good, after so many years of waiting and wondering if I would ever have another lover?”
I stretch out next to you, cradled in your arm. My fingers reach down, and I start to run them all around my pussy lips. Yes, I need just a bit more.
I lean over to find my vibrator by the bedside. As I put the plastic nub on my clit, your fingers reach for my nipples. Just one more body rush as I gaze into your eyes, which are grinning at me. As my shudders stop, you pull up the blankets around me and just hold me.
You are what I have needed my whole life.
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTORS
PETER BALTENSPERGER, seventy-three, is a Canadian writer of Swiss origin and the author of ten books of fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. His short stories, poems, and essays have appeared in several hundred publications around the world. His erotic stories, poems, and essays have been published in print in The Mammoth Book of Best
New Erotica, Sex in the City—Paris, The International Journal of Erotica, Sinisterotica, and Surreal Smut, and online in Clean Sheets, The Erotic Woman, Oysters and Chocolate, and Every Night Erotica, among others. He lives in London, Canada, with his wife Viki and their three cats. “With ‘After Dinner Euphoria,’ I wanted to show the lasting intimacy, the enduring physical attraction, and the beautiful sensuality that can exist in an older couple after many years of togetherness. Also, I wanted to show the comfortable familiarity and open sexuality combined with a sense of excitement and adventure of a couple in a permanent, long-standing, and formalized relationship.”
MARYN BLACKBURN has written erotica under various pseudonyms for many years. Her work has appeared in the erotica anthologies Power Play: Sex and Politics and Love Me Tender. Her horror-erotica hybrid appeared in the e-zine Morgaine from Three Crow Press for its annual erotica edition. Her BDSM stories under a male pen name are still available at CF Publications. She’s sold short fiction to regional magazines and Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. Her plays have won regional playwright awards in her home city. “The mannerisms of a well-dressed older gentleman made me wonder if he might be gay. Then he smiled at a much plainer, somewhat hard woman his age, and I thought, Why not? By the time a person has a great deal of life experience, we see beauty very differently.”
CHEYENNE BLUE has lived in the United States, Ireland, the U.K., and Switzerland, but she still calls Australia home, and her writing often reflects this. Her erotica has appeared in over sixty anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, and With This Ring, I Thee Bed. She currently lives in Queensland, Australia. Visit her website at www.cheyenneblue.com. “What is more normal than toast for breakfast? My story, ‘Toast for Breakfast,’ evolved from a strong belief that sexuality is a normal part of life at any age. However, while the main character enthusiastically embraces this, she’s a little concerned how her adult daughter will react.”
DALE CHASE has written male erotica for fourteen years and has published approximately 150 stories in magazines and anthologies, of which a number have been translated into Italian and German. She has two story collections currently in print: The Company He Keeps: Victorian Gentlemen’s Erotica from Bold Strokes Books and If the Spirit Moves You: Ghostly Gay Erotica from Lethe Press. Her first novel, WYATT: Doc Holliday’s Account of an Intimate Friendship, is due from Bold Strokes Books in fall 2012. Chase lives near San Francisco. Check her out at www.dalechasestrokes.com. “I love San Francisco’s Castro District, so having my characters meet in Dolores Park felt comfortable. The specific situation presented in the story was born out of the too-prevalent focus on youth.”
CHERI CRYSTAL is the author of Attractions of the Heart, a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for erotic lesbian love stories. Some of her latest short tales of lesbian lust include “Pandora’s Box,” “Mirror Image,” “Wet and Wild,” “Help Wanted: Clitoris Missing in Action,” “Conventional Wisdom,” “The Ties That Bind,” “Keeping Up With Hornelia,” “Better Late Than Never,” and many more sizzling titles available at www.loveyoudivine.com. Visit Cheri’s website, www.chericrystal.com, and join her on facebook.com/chericrystal for details and coming attractions. “My inspiration for ‘Better than Vibrators’ was spending time toy shopping with my girlfriend in Amsterdam’s Red Light District. We had lots of laughs purchasing a new vibrator we dubbed ‘the purple penetrator.’ I couldn’t believe that we were being helped by a young man I could have given birth to.”
KATE DOMINIC is a former technical writer who now writes about much more interesting ways to put Tab A into Slot B. She is the author of over three hundred short stories and has been published in Best Erotic Romance; Surrender; Yes, Ma’am; Indecent Proposals; The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes; Best Women’s Erotica; and many other anthologies. In 2003, her book Any 2 People, Kissing was a finalist for a ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Award. Find her at www.katedominic.com. “For over twenty years, my husband has brought me hot chocolate and read over my shoulder while I wrote erotic fiction. Growing older together is fun.”
Because JOHNNY DRAGONA is totally blind and has an MA in rehabilitation counseling from New York University, his first published articles involved physical disabilities. Switching gears and using pseudonyms, he began to write for adult magazines and has been published in Hustler, Cheri, and Playgirl. His first erotic novel was published in 1994, followed by more than a dozen more. He has a full-time contract to send ten stories a month to a Canadian publisher. He lives in Cliffside Park, New Jersey, with his wife of thirty-four years. “‘Blind Not Dead’ was inspired by my experience corresponding with another writer who was blind via cassette tape. Her voice with its slight Alabama accent did things to my gonads. But the part about our meeting is fiction.”
EROBINTICA is poet, writer, and blogger Robin Elizabeth Sampson. She sent off her first piece of erotica for publication as she turned fifty years old. That story was included in the anthology Coming Together: Al Fresco. She has stories in Best Erotic Romance and Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories. Two of her poems were finalists in the 2010 Seattle Erotic Art Festival’s Literary Arts Showcase, and she’s read her work at Philadelphia’s The Erotic Literary Salon. Robin is at work on an erotic novel with senior protagonists. Her blog is www.erobintica.blogspot.com. “More memoir than fiction, my story was inspired by a night just like the one written. I’d enjoyed the freedom of our privacy that came with our youngest child finally being off at college. In my stories I try to capture the realness of sex in a way that celebrates the quiet and the wild.”
RAE PADILLA FRANCOEUR published Free Fall: A Late-in-Life Love Affair with Seal Press in 2010. She had fun reading erotic bits for free cocktails and rounds of applause at a packed bar in Manhattan. She publishes fiction and nonfiction, and she works as a journalist and creative director in her arts marketing business New Arts Collaborative. She was creative services director at the Peabody Essex Museum and editorial manager at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. Rae started her writing career as a journalist. Later she managed several magazines and newspapers. Learn more at rae.francoeur.com, freefallrae.com, and newartscollaborative.com. “‘By the Book’ was literally inspired by the book The Joy of Sex, by the man with the great name, Alex Comfort. What thrilled me about the book, published in 1972, was its very existence on a shelf in the mainstream bookstore I comanaged in New Hampshire. With its graphic depictions of joyous sexual activity, a page had been turned in American culture. And we had to keep reordering!”
I.G. FREDERICK (www.eroticawriter.net) has traded words for cash more years than she cares to admit and has specialized in erotic fiction and poetry since 2001. She has sold numerous short stories and poems to various electronic, audio, and print anthologies and magazines. Her novels have received high praise from readers, critics, and other authors. In addition, I.G. Frederick is an accomplished book designer, and together with the awesome artist Nyla Alisia (www.nylaalisia.net) and her submissive Patrick (web designer extraordinaire), she provides services to indie authors and small presses as part of Pussy Cat Press (www.pussycatpress.com). “Many of my stories are inspired by people I’ve met and scenes I’ve witnessed or participated in. However, truth is stranger than fiction, and only those who were there know which is which.”
DOROTHY FREED is the pseudonym of an artist and writer who lives and writes on the coast-side near San Francisco, where she has lived for twenty-five years. She is sixty-seven and is still passionately interested in sex. Her interest in writing erotica came about because art imitates life. Her stories will appear in the upcoming anthologies Cheeky Spanking Stories and the Seattle Erotic Art Festival Literary Art Anthology 2012. Contact at [email protected]. “I was inspired to write this story because I am overjoyed and grateful to be still passionately interested in sex at my age, and to have a loving partner who feels the same.”
DOUG HARRISON’s erotic ruminati
ons appear in more than twenty anthologies, including Still Doing It, Men Seeking Men, Best Bisexual Erotica, Best Gay Erotica, Best S/M Erotica, Tough Guys, Best Gay Romance, The Cougar Book, and Hot Daddies. His spiritual memoir, In Pursuit of Ecstasy, was a textbook at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp. Doug was active in San Francisco’s gay and pansexual leather scenes. He appears in Cleo Dubois’ groundbreaking S/M video The Pain Game, about the “why” of S/M, and in eight other erotic videos. His short stories and essays can be found at www.pumadoug.com. “I’m over seventy. My partner and intimate friends are between ten and twenty years younger. I included the challenges of being HIV positive to raise awareness of the difficulties of this condition, particularly in my age group and especially as it affects staying sexually vigorous. Some of us narrowly escaped with our lives, and despite serious side effects from earlier medication, I remain sexually active.”
SKYLER KARADAN, PhD, LMFT, has been practicing (under his real name) as a licensed marriage and family therapist for the past twenty years, focusing on couples’ relational issues around communication, intimacy, and sexuality. Both he and his wife have also served as sex educators, co-teaching at the university level. They have been celebrating their honeymoon for the past twenty years. This is Dr. Karadan’s first submission of erotic writing, and he applauds the opportunity to creatively highlight senior sexuality. “I wrote this story for my wife as an experiment to see if an erotic tale could be told without crude euphemisms for genitalia and sexual behavior. I also wanted to celebrate the fact that sexual enthusiasm and intimate connection have no age barriers.”
SUE KATZ is a wordsmith and rebel who has lived and worked on three continents. She was a martial arts master in the Middle East, traveled the world promoting transnational volunteering for a British nonprofit, and now teaches fitness and dance to seniors in Boston, Massachusetts. She wrote the book Thanks But No Thanks: The Voter’s Guide To Sarah Palin in twenty-eight days and nights. Sue is working on a collection of stories about elders, sex, and life. Read her edgy blog “Consenting Adult” at www.suekatz.typepad.com or “friend” her at facebook.com/sue.katz. “Not only do I myself work professionally with seniors and elders teaching fitness and dance, I also attend a long-running monthly LGBT senior dinner held at an upscale assisted living center (which appreciates the marketing value of hosting us), one of about a half-dozen such get-togethers in the Boston area. Over the decades, I’ve written about the suppleness of some women’s sexuality and the increasing confidence to try new things as we age.”
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