Both Maddy and I must have been in our late thirties or early forties, when our lovemaking had reached its peak. The kids were no longer babies. So we encouraged them to sleep in their own rooms. After making sure that they had turned in, we would quietly bolt our bedroom door, so that if they did come to be with their mom in the dead of the night, we would get time to dress up. Nine out of ten times, I would take the lead to start the foreplay. That would be a really long session, starting with kissing Maddy all over the face and then slowly undressing her. Then it would be kissing each other all over, before we got down to fondling in the secret corners of love and passion.But there would be that odd time, when I would get a surprise. As I would get into bed and stretch my hand to touch Maddy I would discover that she was lying completely naked under the rug, just waiting to be pampered all over. She would almost devour me and my manliness and I had to caution her against being greedy literally to save my skin and muscle.
I have chosen a visual for this post which depicts all the sensuality and love for each other that is the hallmark of great sex. Without love, sex is a physical act of passion. With love, sex transports us into a different realm altogether.
