Frank was nervous. At 61, dating again felt like skydiving without a parachute. But his new lady friend, Camille, was bold. Confident. Magnetic.
They danced in her living room to old Marvin Gaye records. Laughed over shared stories. She touched his chest lightly, fingers tracing his shirt buttons.
As he leaned in, she let out a soft moan and whispered:
“Don’t stop…”
His hands weren’t even on her yet. He blinked. “I… haven’t done anything.”
She pulled him closer. “Exactly. That’s how badly I want it.”
That night wasn’t wild. It was something more—slow, intense, like rediscovering a part of yourself you thought was lost.
And Frank realized… sometimes, just being wanted is the most powerful foreplay of all.