Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I'm fifty three and sex isn't like it used to.
I mean, Claire and I sill have sex, sure. But when you get older, the joints don't function as efficiently as they used to. Everything isn't as oiled as it used to.
Back when I was still in my thirties we used to see who could make the other come faster. My record was fifty six seconds. Claire had me beat at thirty nine. That's not the kind of thing we do anymore. We're a lot less athletic, though still as imaginative.
It's not like it used to. But it's not a bad thing either. After over twenty years together now we know each and every single inch of each other's bodies. I know Claire's body as well as I know my own. If she ever got breast cancer I would know the millisecond the lump would form.
Menopause changed things for Claire too. Her libido was all over the place.
Things aren't what they used to but that doesn't mean I love her any less. It means I love her even more. My twenty year old self never could have imagined I could love Claire as much.
