Ageless Lust (An Improbable Love Affair) is a lust-morphed-love romance novel which deals with a steep, unbefitting relationship that should have never come into existence due to an insurmountable age difference. But it did!
In December 2009 I was a 73-year-old septuagenarian widower and a surgeon with etched in stone plans to retire and leave United States.
Ad interim, eager to blow some steam 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, the 42-year-old Vronica (an e-less Veronica), was a single mother of two kindergarten-age children, who was also looking for a no-strings-attached relationship.
The sexual attraction between us was instantaneous and meteoric. After two consecutive under-the-sheets encounters, the sexy Vronica decided that I was a perfect lusting match for her. The revolting age disparity was not even perceived or discussed. After five months of passionate love and lust, the time for the bitter goodbye arrived.
As I was seated in a taxicab ready to go to the airport, with tearful eyes, Vronica handed me a sendoff card dated, May 23rd, 2010. It read- “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 which I left behind in Los Angeles. My brief journey of sexual bonanza ended in a manner for which I was not ready! Not for a man of my age, and not with a woman of her age. Consented to be an affair of sheer lust, it morphed into feelings of deep love doomed to fail 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 Tel-Aviv to be with me on my 74th birthday. A twelve-day honeymoon of biblical proportions ended with her returning to her motherly duties.
Heartbroken and alone, my world fell apart and, the foundation of my existence began to crumble within my bowels. No sleep, no food, for days on end. Being 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 with Vronica, she agreed with my plan for me to return for a trial period. With her blessing, at summer’s end, exactly 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 brief visit became permanent, and the rest is timeless history.We never tied the knot, and we did not sleep under the same roof. At least not nightly!
On December 20th, 2019, we celebrated a decennium of a loving and lusting togetherness. Transcending all logic, neither time nor space nor 31-years of inglorious age discrepancy separated us. We proved that genuine love is ageless, and the Latin idiom Amor Omnia Vincit attests to this fact.