Am I For Real????

Am I For Real: This question has been asked of me or hinted many times in the last year. I have seen it written to me on Boards and has been written to me since I started my site. I have ignored it but with as many comments on a woman being this sexual at this age, it is time to open up. First, I love sex. Second, I adore my husband. Maybe I should put these in a different order as without him the great sex would not take place. I am sure that the reason this is asked is that so many people my age are sexually dead. I feel I owe it to the readers to let them know a few things about me so this is more clear to them. Yesterday a gentleman wrote me a letter about his problems in his marriage. I will be addressing this in my next post. In it again was the question of if I am for real. He also commented that as he read more posts that he feels certain I am. I will be posting the man's letter and my answers on my next post which probably will not be until the end of this week as I am up to my ears with my antique hobby work.

A few things about me: I was 71 in May. Some days I feel it with my bones so sore from the fall over the fence with the puppies. Other days I feel so young. This morning because a woman called me at 3:30 in the morning with the wrong number is one of my old days. Also wish this morning I lived in a warmer climate. It is cold here. My husband is 72, but don't believe it for a moment.  He is some stud. He is in mourning. The Bears lost. They not only lost, they looked pathetic. In the last few years both of us, like the rest of the world is aging. Sexual wise we are as good as last year but with the puppies there is not as much time in the morning to lay around in bed. We have more than enough sex and love it. No, we are in heat for each other just about all the time. Because of this, there may be a hip replacement in the future. He has already gone to the doctor about this. But oh, those wonderful sexual positions. We just can't give them up. Over the shoulders and doggy drive me wild. We just are so much in love.

We have been married just about 50 years. That is such a joke because I don't know where they have gone. I wonder if the reason that our love is such wonderful passion and enduring is that we can both look at each other as yesterday. Neither of us has changed. He is my Navy guy and football hero. I am his ????????. Here I will have to let all of you fill in the blanks but I was pretty darn good looking and built like a brick s*it house when he married me. Two marriage proposals before him. Both great guys. I was more than OK. Not bragging here but I have a good memory. He was handsome and cute. The night I met him he was half plastered and home on leave. That night at the dance he had asked three women out for the next night. I was one of them. Picked me probably because I was the one he took home and I made out with him for an hour in the car. I could have stayed all night. I adored him. Still do. Down girl, this is a post. The next day he did call me and we went out dancing. We met one of the girls he had a date with at the dance. She glared at him and me. I thought it was funny. But then, he was with me. That is my man.

We have three children. They are all great kids and have been given three wonderful grandchildren. All are healthy and well and we are blessed. They all live close and we are very proud parents. We respect their privacy in life and have always tried to remember not to interfere with bringing up their children. I had problems with this long ago with my Mother getting her two cents way too much into the bringing up of our children and remember it well. For that reason alone, I respect my children as parents and they do a good job.

We are so happy. Six years ago this May we moved into our new home that we designed and built. It is a ranch home and I adore it. I have my office set up in the guest room. They purchased a new U shaped deal for my computer and papers and my TV so it would not look cluttered. I fooled them and it is still a mess. Only difference is now I have more places to put the clutter. It looks out on the woodlands and our backyard. The window at my computer where I look out and write takes me many places with the wonderful scenery. When we built the house one major mistake was made. Our fault. To any older couples who are thinking of adding a whirlpool when they build, learn by our mistake. We installed a whirlpool in the master bathroom. Have used it twice. Too hard on old knees. This will torn out and we are having a large full walk in shower added. More than enough room with taking the other shower and whirlpool out. Space will be available for two bench seats and I think five nozzles. We also will need another water heater but we both like the idea. To us this we do instead of going to France, Germany or traveling. I like it this way. We have traveled so much and gone through two motor homes. Time to relax and smell the roses. And we do. We have provisions made for the closet in the library to become an elevator...This was in the plans to start.  This way if one of us becomes disabled and unable to go up and down the stairs, we could install an elevator. This would come out at the bottom of the stairs so it will work out great..With the new heated three season porch it is 3,300 sq. feet. The same space is also in the lower level. Our heating and air conditioning bill is high but the house is our vacation for the rest of our life. We put everything into our planning to make life easier and it was one of the smartest thing's that we could have done.. Absolutely everything is as we will need it. Handicap bars in the bathrooms when our knees get sore. Ceramic tile floors that are grooved so they are not slippery, pull out drawers on all kitchen cabinets, extra lever knobs on the door so older hands do not have to turn them, and railings to the garage with only a few steps to get there. We only have a two and a half car garage but sold one car so we are a one car family. He has his tractor and all the fun things of a farmer. We each have so much space of our own that sometimes I will not see him for hours. We live in our own paradise.

Last year we had to put our little girl dog down. I figured with the new house that this was it as far as dogs. I hoped that this was it with the carpeting and our age. I was shocked when my husband wanted another dog but because he is so good to me and I cannot say no to him I gave in. We drove a couple of hours to a breeder and put down money on the last little girl he had. Three days later my husband was mowing the lawn and he rang the doorbell. He asked if he could have her twin brother. I said NO, shut the door and called the breeder. So now we have twins. I adore them. They are not completely trained yet but I have two foot high fences in the dining area off the kitchen on the tile. They are doing good and we are taking them to reform school (actually Behavior Class) this week for the first of a three session in getting their act together. This will be private with the trainer and I hope that I learn something out of this. So far they are in charge. A couple of weeks ago I was so frustrated that I told my family I wanted to get rid of them. This I should not have done but it seemed that all they did was make a mess and get into into everything. Each morning when my husband lets them get out of the cages in the library, they come out racing, each to beat the other. They come down the hall and circle in the Great Room and head to the porch to go outside. Ever heard two dogs fighting to be first to get out. Barking and running as hard as they can. It sounds and looks just like the Kentucky Derby each morning at my house. Seeing our bedroom is at the far end of the house consider that they are in the straight away going down the hall and into the living room entrance around the circular sofa and out the door. Nobody, but nobody knows what it is like trying to bring up our twins but how we love them. The nice thing about it is that they will remain small, and the bad thing is I am a marshmallow in their hands but I think you all know this. Now the law has really been laid down and they are doing great. Between you and I, I never would have let them go. The boy is all light brown and beautiful and the girl is brown and black. She picks on him and owns him. They own us. They rule the house. We are puppets. We have wire cages for them within the big fence in the kitchen for during the day. Each has their own plus a big bed. In the evening around ten I put them down in the library in another set of cages and shut the door. Truly sometimes I wonder what it would be like growing old. We are lost somewhere in this paradise of fun and dogs and making love and our hobby of antiques. Oh and my husband retired seven years ago. I love him home with me and he has his workshop downstairs and we just have so much fun. I know I have far too many ands in that sentence but I do not care. Please forgive.

I am so real that I don't know what end is up. I wonder if the reason I am like this is that I have never let my love for him escape my thoughts as we grew older. During problems with the children I would cling to him and he to me. It could have been different but we are just so happy.

In many letters I have been referred to as a sex goddess. But aren't all wives a sex goddess? Sex is what makes the world go round. The act of joining bodies and the feeling of the thrill of fingering and licking drives me wild. Doesn't it all women? Don't all women love to have their nipples pulled and sucked? I would think that they all glory in their man when they can go down on him and make a penis that is soft and not showing any sign of life, large and erect and such a live object of love with their mouth. Knowing that licking and sucking this treasure to life and waking it up is their nourishment for the inner love canal that they carry between their legs. That soon they will be able to put it in their juicy house of love awaiting it and that the friction of the movement of the two of them together will make for such wonderful and heavenly pleasure. That sometimes you just can't get enough of this sexual and erotic pleasure that feels so good. I find it so hard to imagine a woman not wanting this. Don't they all moan and groan when he is between their legs and licking them out? Eating all of them while they scream for him to go deeper, clean me out baby and drink my love for you. Don't they all love this? How can it be that they don't? This I cannot understand.

My husband and my family are my first love. Then there are antiques and treasures of our yesterday. I love older items and my home is a treasure of many of my yesterday's. I love paintings of  Christmas and all the happy times of youth.  They  fill my home.  I love things that take me back in time to that precious time of childhood. Mine was pretty good but we made sure that our children lived in Wonderland as they grew up. They remember these years with a smile on their face.

Yes, I am real but this is who the real me is. I have tried to be as honest as I can but you must respect my privacy as I do yours. I do this site to help women and men. I get quite a few letters from men and will be responding to one of them. It is about time. I have ignored these too long.

The real me has a fear. I see age creeping up on us and where years ago I would have never thought we would ever hit 70, now I see it. I fear death for one reason. That one reason being I fear it because I am so in love. So desperately and hopelessly in love. It will never change. It is the most sexual and erotic love that the world has ever known. So I fear dying for this one reason...................that I will be in a place in time thereafter, that I cannot find him. That I will be alone, just a lonely atom or star or sun ray or piece of dust.....................and so lost without him that this might be hell. Peace to all..