Sex all night, all day...? No way!

This hub does not intend to purport sex in its pervasive or twisted meaning. The tone of the writer says much, but one can go as far as the maturity of the reader, thank you in advance for allowing me to indulge.

In a much broader context, within my great microuniverse, sex is such a natural concept. Money, religion, politics, family, education, sex, personal finances... all part of the same boat some of us call Life. If in any way you find that sex is sinful or prohibited, do us all a favor and click elsewhere.

One extra word to the wise, I do not intend to portray myself as a nymph. Gosh, I am already unsure if I really want to talk about this... Let's see... oh! I sure do!

It is absolutely irrelevant to go into details as to when has anyone lost its virginity. What is relevant is that that life partner compliments not only in money and domestic matters, but when it comes to sex.

That wasn't the case for me with my first two relationships.

When I failed in relationship number one (it was I who failed because I chose him as a partner, he didn't choose me) I became very aware of the power of asking. Words are powerful tools. A wish sent unto the Universe will be fulfilled. In any event, even if you do not believe it, I do. And because I do, this is what I did.

Relationship #1 wasn't a very good provider among other details related to the topic of this hub. But still bordering on my 30s, I didn't care too much about intimacy.

I wished that my next companion would be a responsible man, non-smoking, no children. And I wanted to have this matter solved in about eight months. I do not recall that much what was the time frame... I remember it was like August when I told a friend of mine (later I found out he liked me... He died last month, alone, poor thing...) that I wanted to have a partner by March next year.

He argued that I could not treat relationships like a corporate matter. I was indeed addressing the situation like if I was looking for a job.

I replied, why not?

Another girlfriend observed that I was being unfair with my wish because I specified I wanted a man with no children and no strings attached when, in turn, I had a son and a quarrelsome divorce process.

I told her that it was up to him to wish according to his desires. I am wishing according to mine.

I know, I can be a handful. In any event, it came to pass. Some time later, I don't want to say it was March, but it surely was before summer, I met who was to become #2.

Fast forward and let it be known that he fulfilled all of my wishes. He was responsible, great provider, good father...

Since I did not care to wish for a great sex life, when everything was said and done, all the bills paid, our beautiful children in bed, roof over our heads... well... it was a nice king size bed. We ended up roommates.

One hear about couples that remain married although they live apart, couples that have sex before getting married, and couples that are separated but living under the same roof.

Nobody would've believe me though, we never made sleeping arrangements.

I was ready to wish for real this time.

This time I wished for a man that gave me so much sex I couldn't see straight.

You see, now there were no acute financial problems. We had an amicable divorce (too civilized if you ask me, divorce cruise included). So now, as a happily divorced single mom, I am not looking forward to a man to take care of my problems, but take care of me. Sounds selfish, I'll let you be. Is not that selfish when you implement it really. One has to take care of its own, and we are certainly an essential part of that whole. I strive for taking care of my business, sex included.

Tell you what, I am not wishing for anything related to relationships ever again. I am through wishing. I sure got what I wished for. #3 will certainly give me sex.

He just would never stop.

Women are terrible creatures. There is absolutely no pleasing us. There is no way I tell you. I know because THE UNIVERSE has been pleasing me with my every single demand, and I am yet to be fulfilled.

This is why I understand men wanting to keep women in some sort of "place". Not that it will ever work with me, you know, but I get it.

I just can't handle this much sex. He gets aroused at the slightest provocation. It scares me sometimes and some other times it feels like work. Really. Oh, by the way, guys, I've seen some porn... and no... women don't go for so much cream on the face -that's nasty, messy and a true waste of resources.

How about a conversation? How about some subtleties? I am not even talking flowers or foreplay... I am either too cheap or too lazy at that. Some simple conversation, be it related or unrelated to the obvious intention. I do not know if I can speak for all women when I say this, but true arousal, at least for me, starts in my mind, with those tiny little details of events that have occurred during that day.

Sex and intimacy do not end when one leaves the bed. It certainly seems that most men (and yes women) are convinced of this. The eternal dance of love and spice needs to be kept alive all throughout the day, whenever there is an encounter.

Some intelligent conversation could also do the trick in other occasions... or simply listen sincerely. I say listening is the most surefire path for me.

In the end, I reiterate. I do not intend to let go of him, are you kidding me? He gives me like the best sex ever. Of course, there are other very philanthropic and politically correct reasons for me to stay with him -not, but in any event, at this point in my life I have to know better than to keep wishing for the next Mr. Frog Prince.

He got the message too, toned it down a bit. Used to go from 0 to 100 in 60 seconds flat, now he is able to at least shift gears...

Then I sped it up some... hahahaha!!!!!

Life is definitely what one makes of it and there are many issues that we really address as if they are these grave things when they are not. Mostly due to our prudent upbringing.

I've learned to be most grateful for life, sex and all... and of course I thank life for ingraining sex in it. And not sex just because, but to further enjoy life with that chosen companion.