jocelyn
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My grandmother, then 87 and living with us, smiled at me and said, "J, you'll know what I mean someday - I'm still a girl running along that dirt road with my hoop and stick in my mind and my heart." I had three daughters in elementary school at the time and didn't have a clue what she meant. Now, all these years later, those little girls are 25, 27, and 29, Grandmother is gone, and I'm 52 and a collared slave to a man who's 59. She was right, of course. (Aren't grandmothers... always?) I'm still the little girl who loved playing "bad guys" with the neighborhood boys and being the one tied to the tree in silence. I also enjoy intimacy to a far greater extent than I have at any previous time in my life. Part of that is the freedom from the responsibilities of parenthood, of course, but it's also that pure freedom that comes from His domination. We're also wise enough to know that these bodies aren't the same as the ones we wore in our twenties and thirties. Fortunately, we ALSO know that the most sensual organ is the one between our ears. We've talked about it. When our current favorite trusses no longer work, we'll find something else, or just hold hands and remember. If my memories of this current period are half as sharp as those of my childhood, I'm in for a lovely dotage!
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If chocolate is not the answer, I'm not certain that the question matters...
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