Now and Forever--Let's Make Love
NOW AND FOREVER—LET’S MAKE LOVE. Copyright © 1997 by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be
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CONTENTS
You’re Never Too Young to Know
• How can you make time for making love with small children running around the house?
• You’re not a size six anymore. Should you still wear something sexy to bed?
• Do women need orgasms to be sexually satisfied?
• Are men always eager for sex?
• How can you get your lover to be more aggressive in bed?
• Can you ever be too old for sex?
You’ve got questions. NOW AND FOREVER—LET’S MAKE LOVE has the answers. Let Joan Elizabeth Lloyd show you how to lengthen foreplay
… use all your senses to bring out new feelings … try new activities like storytelling, cybersex, catalog browsing, and playing
out power fantasies. All you need is an open mind … and you’re ready to make it fun, make it hot, and make it last.
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N
OW AND
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OREVER
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L
ET’S
M
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LOVE
Also by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
NICE COUPLES DO
IF IT FEELS GOOD
COME PLAY WITH ME
BEDTIME STORIES FOR LOVERS
BLACK SATIN
THE PLEASURES OF JESSICA LYNN
SLOW DANCING
This book is dedicated, as always, to Ed,
mnow and forever. Together, we make life fun,
in and out of the bedroom.
I would like to thank my son-in-law, John Petty,
who is the author of four of the “Ageless Fantasies”:
Jeff ’s, Ted’s, Melissa’s,
and Dave’s. I’m sure you
will find they are a valuable addition to this work,
and I use them happily with his permission.
How to Make ItHappen
BRAD AND AMY’S STORY
T
hey left their condo at sunset. Brad had his brightly colored towel draped around his neck; Amy had hers tied around her waist.
As they approached the path through the low, stunted scrub, they dropped their joined hands and made their way single file
to the beach, which was still warm from the day’s heat. Without words, they kicked off their shoes and wandered down to the
line between the waves and the sand. They stood for a moment and watched gulls wheel through the cooling air and dive between
the white-caps. Sandpipers raced back and forth just in front of the breaking waves. The air smelled of sea and salt.
“I love this time of day,” Amy said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Me, too.” Brad took her hand and they walked along the hard-packed sand in silence. The sun painted the sky amazing shades
of pink, orange, and deep purple over the deepening blue. Brad stopped, turned Amy toward him, and cupped her face with his
large hands. “Amy, I love you so much, I don’t even want to consider spending the rest of my life without you. I’ve been thinking
about this a lot and … well, will you marry me?”
Amy was flabbergasted. She and Brad had lived together for seven months, and she hadn’t been sure that he was interested in
making their arrangement official. “I never thought …”
“I know,” Brad said. “I guess I didn’t either until recently. But I want the world to know that we’re going to spend the rest
of our lives together.” When Amy hesitated, Brad added, “I know it’s complicated, but it will all work out. I love you and
want to marry you. That’s all that’s important. Do you love me?”
“Oh Brad,” she said, “you know I love you with all my heart.”
“Then marry me.”
Slowly, a smile spread over Amy’s face. “I very much want to marry you.”
Brad caught his breath, not daring to hope. “You mean that? You will?”
Amy laughed out loud with the sheer joy of it. “Yes, I will.”
Brad grabbed Amy around the waist, lifted her bare feet off the sand, and swung her around. “Oh babe, that’s sensational.”
He lowered her, sliding her against his body, feeling the length of her against the length of him. He set her feet down, leaned
over, and pressed his mouth on hers. He tangled his fingers in her dark hair and massaged her scalp, changing the position
of his mouth to taste every bit of Amy’s. “I love you so.”
Amy slid her arms up Brad’s chest and placed one hand on each side of his face, relishing the taste and feel of him.
Brad looked each way along the beach and saw no one else on the sand. Without much thought, he grabbed the bottom of Amy’s
T-shirt and pulled it up over her head. Noticing the surprised look on Amy’s face, Brad said, “There’s no one but us anywhere,
and it’s almost dark. What better way is there to celebrate?”
Amy quickly looked around the deserted beach, smiled shyly, then nodded. Brad took the towel from around his neck and spread
it just beyond the waterline, then spread hers beside it. He quickly pulled off his clothes and then unfastened Amy’s bra
and removed her shorts and panties. He eased her down onto the towel, then settled beside her.
He gazed down at her naked body, barely visible in the fading light. She was tiny and soft, with ample hips, a slight stomach,
and small, soft breasts. “So beautiful,” he whispered, running the palm of his hand over the body that was so familiar yet
ever new. He lightly pinched one nipple and watched it tighten. He was suddenly overwhelmed with his hunger for her.
He suckled at her breast while sliding a hand to the curly hair between her thighs. She was damp, ready for him. “I want to
make love to you very slowly,” Brad said, “but I’m suddenly so hungry.” He reached into the pocket of his shorts, which were
lying on the warm sand beside him, unwrapped a condom, and unrolled it on his hard penis.
As he crouched between Amy’s spread legs, he felt her hand slide down his hairy chest and across his belly to grasp his hard
cock. She squeezed gently, then raised her knees slightly and placed the tip of his hardness against her open pussy. “Do it,
darling,” she whispered. “Yes, do it.”
She raised her hips, and he felt his cock slide slowly into her hot, moist channel. He was so hungry that it was only moments
before he lost control. “Baby,” he screamed, feeling Amy’s body meet his, stroke for stroke. “Oh God.” He erupted deep inside
of Amy’s body. Amy wrapped her legs around Brad’s waist and held him against her for a long time.
As his body slowly relaxed, he felt the cool water lap against the soles of his feet. “Baby,” he said breathlessly, “you didn’t
come.”
“Later, when you’re feeling refreshed,” she said, giggling, “we’ll see whether you can make up for that lapse.”
“You’ll really marry me?” he asked again, wiggling his toes in the spume.
“Yes. I want to, you know that. But it will create so many problems.”
“I know. We’ll have to figure out the Social Security. And telling your children and mine will be quite a job. They’ll never
understand.”
“Oh Lord,” Amy said, slipping back into her clothes. “Do you realize that we’ll be getting married in the same year that I
become a grandmother for the first time?”
Brad finished dressing, picked up his towel, and ran his fingers through his iron-gray hair. Then he took Amy’s hand and laughed
out loud. “God, I love you, Grandma.”
“And I love you, too, you old fart.” Hand in hand, they walked through the darkness toward their apartment.
• • •
Life has changed dramatically over the last thirty years, and the sound you are hearing right now is the gentle pop of myths
exploding, myths we will be discussing at length in this book.
Most couples who are making the decision to commit to each other are in their twenties or thirties.
Pop. Couples nearing and past retirement age, like Brad and Amy in the story you just read, and my partner, Ed, and I, are
pledging to spend the rest of their lives together. Of course, Social Security and other marriage penalties frequently make
living together more feasible than marriage, but the depth of the commitment is no less.
Most of those making the decision to be together are doing it for the first time, and that commitment will last forever.
Pop. Fewer than half are making that decision for the first time. Sadly, divorce is rampant. You can’t pick up a magazine
without reading an article about starting over.
Brad and Amy’s story illustrates a few more inaccurate but deeply held beliefs:
Quickies are bad.
Pop. Quickies, like the one Brad and Amy just had, can be wonderful. So can long lovemaking sessions that last hours. But
variety is the spice of a relationship. Sometimes quickies are hot, hungry, and deliciously satisfying. At other times, longies
are just what the doctor ordered.
The sex drive slows during your forties and fifties, then stops altogether.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Boom! The idea that sex drive inevitably decreases in the middle years is baloney. Sometimes there is a physiological
reason for a lack of interest, due to disease or medication. All too often, however, the decrease in sexual frequency is due
to other problems that couples don’t feel the need to resolve because, they say, “We’re too old for that stuff, anyway.”
Condoms spoil good sex. It’s like taking a shower in a raincoat.
Pop. Condoms are necessary in this age of AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. Any two people, even Brad and Amy
in our story, who haven’t been either celibate or exclusive for at least five years, need to protect themselves from the spread
of such diseases. And condoms, when made a routine part of sex play, don’t spoil the fun. Although Ed and I have been together
for more than ten years, we still use a condom occasionally, and the feeling of that cold, lubricated latex is, for me, exciting
and fun. And putting a condom on can be foreplay in and of itself.
Women need to achieve orgasm to be satisfied with a sexual encounter.
Pop. Not so. Lovemaking is closeness, sharing, peaks and valleys of sensation and excitement. It can frequently be impossible
to know where your personal pleasure leaves off and the pleasure that your partner is experiencing begins. I sometimes find
that Ed’s orgasm can satisfy me, as Brad’s did for Amy. Of course, at other times I initiate sex play after Ed’s orgasm, and
my climax can be extremely satisfying. Sometimes I climax before he does.
Although this story doesn’t illustrate the next few myths, here are some that are worth exploding.
Men are always hard, eager, and anxious for sex.
Pop. So many of the women with whom I’ve spoken, either in person or via letters, have told me that their male partner isn’t
interested in sex more than once or twice a month. If that satisfies both parties, fine. Fortunately, the FDA hasn’t established
a minimum or maximum requirement for intercourse. (Don’t smile—it might happen yet.) Whatever satisfies both partners is the
correct amount. However, there are many women who are interested in having sex more often than are the men in their life,
and vice versa. This situation can be remedied, to some extent, but it requires some thought and preparation.
Nice comfortable sex is best. Experimentation, especially with off-center stuff is not for ordinary people like me; kinky
sex is for kinky people.
Pop. It’s true that what is comfortable is nice. But there are pleasures you’ve previously only dreamt about that are possible
between you and your partner. The new and unusual is exciting at any stage of a relationship. Anything that’s enjoyed by both
partners is good for them. Anything not enjoyed by both is not. Period. And there’s so much you’ve probably never explored.