Ageless Lust

A passionate memoir, Ageless Lust, An Improbable Love Affair, is a lust-morphed-love romance novel dealing with a steep age difference relationship that should have never come into existence. But it did!

I was a 73-year-old widower, and a surgeon with etched in stone plans not only to retire but leave the U.S. altogether. The calendar chronicled December 2009.

Ad interim, eager to blow some heat in my frosty loins, I enlisted the sexplicit services of noted Ashley Madison. In less than two weeks of searching, by sheer draw of luck, my life intersected with a drop-dead gorgeous, carnality-oozing lass. She was the 42-year-old Vronica (an 'e' less Veronica), a single mother of two kindergarten-age children, and also looking for a no-strings-attached (NSA) relationship.

The sexual attraction between us was instantaneous and meteoric. After two consecutive back-to-back, under-the-sheets encounters, the sexy Vronica decided that I am a perfect lusting match for her. The revolting age difference was not even perceived or discussed. Fast forward to five months of passionate love and lust sexcapades of the kind, the time for the last goodbye arrived.

Settled in the taxicab on my way to the airfield, a moist-eyed Vronica handed me a sendoff card dated May 23rd, 2010. The card, Saying GOODBYE to YOU, is like washing sweat Socks… It's got to be DONE, but it still really STINKS' ended with a few words of enchantress wisdom. 'Darling, we both know that this will not be a final goodbye! I am leaving it open-ended and breathlessly wait for your return!'

Fourteen hours later, I was standing on the sacred grounds of the Promised Land, 7500 miles away from my heart I left behind in Los Angeles. My brief journey of sexual bonanza ended in a manner I was not prepared for! Not in my old age, and not with a woman her age.

Consented to be an affair of sheer lust, it morphed into feelings of deep love that seemed doomed by an unbridgeable separation.

As expected, weeks of phone calls, text messages, emails, and Skype-sex followed. Yearning and lusting for each other, Vronica accepted my invitation and arrived to be with me on my 74th birthday. Twelve days of a honeymoon of insane proportions ended with her returning to her calling: her motherly duties.

Heartbroken and alone, my world came apart and caved under me. No sleep, no food, for days on end. In a deep slump, I admitted to myself that I would not want to live without her.

After lengthy reflections and endless back-and-forth deliberations, Vronica, aware of her responsibilities for such a far-reaching move, agreed with my plan to return for a trial time. Less than three months after leaving her behind, I re-crossed a sea, an ocean, and two continents to reunite with her in the City of Angels.

As expected, the intended to be a brief visit became permanent, and the rest is history, as they say.

We never tied the knot, and we do to sleep under the same roof. At least not daily!

On December 20th, 2019, we celebrated a decennium of a loving and lusting togetherness. No time or a 31-year age difference separated us, transcending all logic. We proved that genuine love is ageless, and the Latin idiom Amor Omnia Vincit attested us right.

P.S. I never had a belletristic inclination to pen sentences on paper or a computer screen. This time, however, was different. I am aware that Vronica and I have a unique, beautiful, and implausible tale of love and lust. It is an ageless narrative between an old man/young woman who relish each other and continue to have passionate sex too.

I have to confess; yes, I use enhancers but only in their organic form bountifully supplied by my love, Vronica!

Therefore, it should come to no surprise that I couldn't resist sharing this implausible, true romantic story with the public at large. Hence, the concept of this book was born.