We always do our best to make love in the moment, with no stress in the perfect surroundings. That evening was no exception. It was early enough that we weren’t exhausted from the day and had no time limit.
We bathed each other carefully to wash away the outside world. We entered our private Tantric temple (our bedroom) which was decorated with harem fabrics and appointed to heighten our senses. We lit candles, sprayed perfume, and arranged flowers to add a sensuous touch. As usual, we carefully selected three of our most sensuous music CDs to match our mood. We titillated all of our senses from a distance long before our love play began.
As we sat cross-legged on our big bed, I marveled at how desirable the glinting candlelight made her ever-young-looking body appear. Just then, that familiar
tingle that presages an erection began. In my 50s, I don’t spring to attention as easily as I did in my earlier years. But aging has done little to quell the intense sensitivity that’s always made me cum in an eyeblink. Tonight, I looked forward to continuing as long as we both wanted.
