Okay, I’m not going to beat about the bush. Contrary to what some young people seem to think, people over fifty still have sex and still have erogeneous zones.
We are not dead. Some of us might look like it (I’m thinking of Rupert Murdoch) but we are alive and we occasionally still think about sex.
And if we’re lucky we actually get to have it with someone who is alive and not a blow-up doll or, if you’re a woman, a giant vibrator which came free with a month’s supply of incontinence pads from Amazon.
So what I’m saying is us oldies still have erogenous zones. However, instead of being based mainly in our pants they are based in our brains.
That’s why I know that fantasying about having sex with Georg Clooney would actually be better than having it. I know this as he has twins. Which means he probably hasn’t slept for a year and he has less chance of getting it up than I do have of losing half my body weight before Christmas.
This is the good thing about getting old – you don’t actually have to have sex to have it. If you get what I mean. For example, the other night I had sex with Tom Cruise. It was a far-out experience. Especially when the little green man arrived and we went all out for a threesome. And you know what the best bit was folks?
I didn’t have to change the sheets.
Awesome.
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Ha you are going to get yourself into so much trouble one day! lol
My life is full of trouble already Wendy. It can’t get any worse. If Tom and George want to sue me I’ll just pay them off with some hot sex. I have my thermal underwear and rubber gloves ready and waiting. Lol.
Hahaha, I happen to like George Clooney, and I say he can afford a nanny, so his sleep might just be better than my own, so there you go.
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