My life in sex: the 67-year-old widow

At 15, I decided that virginity was an encumbrance and set about losing my cherry

Sex is a wondrous thing. It kept me going from an early age. The first fluttering began in the late 1950s, when a friend of my mother’s stroked the back of my neck. Roll on a few years and a girlfriend introduced me to a weird sensation I could achieve on my own. At boarding school, some of us were experimenting freely.

At 15, I decided that virginity was an encumbrance and set about losing my cherry. Nice boy, but I wasn’t impressed, and he was sick afterwards, so that was the end of that for a couple of years. Then I ended up starkers with a willing young man, before suddenly changing my mind. He was gracious enough to leave.

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Alex Vidal