casual sex

After three months without sex, the prospect of at least one more without touching another human being filled me with frustration. So I embarked on a mission.
My sexual pleasure became a casualty of a crumbling marriage. When I became single, saying yes to sex became my midlife mantra.
We’re living in a world where ‘do you want to come back to mine?’ has been replaced with ‘how do the people you live with feel about you coming back to mine for sex?’ – and I don’t think I like it.