I like loving you.

With age, the desire to love women began to appear more and more frequently. I had plenty of free time, no longer wanted to drink vodka, and decided to take up the study of female bodies. My wife had thoroughly bored me over the course of my conscious life, so a friend and I started attending parties where ladies of elegant age spent their time. We were already over fifty, and therefore we immediately gained the attention of passionate individuals suffering from unbearable loneliness.

This Sunday, as usual at seven in the evening, we settled at our favorite table in the middle of the hall. Retro-style music, pleasantly caressing the ear, instilled an erotic mood and inspiration in the soul.

This time, I had my eye on a fiery brunette with a languid, dreamy gaze. At the bar, I treated the lady to a cognac cocktail, ice cream, and exotic fruit juice. My gallant courtship had a certain success, and after the evening ended, we took a taxi to her building entrance. I helped Svetlana out of the car, escorted her to her apartment door, and, wishing her pleasant dreams, was about to leave, but as usually happened—"it didn't work out."

– Before you, I burn as a pyre of hopes.

With a kiss, I erase what seems superfluous…

You were born in me, like a painting of love –

After the bath, we climbed into her bed and began to amuse ourselves with frank kisses and caresses. She presented her charms with inherent elegance and grace, awakening a passionate attraction in me. The female sculpture in lovely nakedness drives me wild with the madness of erection, and we intertwine our bodies and depart into the world of love's bliss…

A woman in anticipation of love is magnificent in her renewal and extraordinary transformation. This captivating spectacle of passion, tenderness, and pleasure remains in memory for a long time. Only she… and the velvet dusk of the room.