Spooning into my husband, I felt his hands stroking the side of my body.
Pushing my hips backwards, I could feel him against me.
Bringing his hands up to my boobs, he started gently caressing them.
‘Nice?’ Des, 51, whispered.
‘Perfect,’ I moaned.
We were both raring to go.
Only, this was as far as we’d be going for the night.
In fact, this was as far as we’d gone for a while.
It wasn’t that we didn’t want to have actual sex, but I just couldn’t do it.
You see, like many other women, I’d reached a turning point in my life.
Menopause.
From the moment it began at the end of 2019, it hit me hard.
Hot flushes, irritability – not to mention vaginal dryness and extreme discomfort.…
