Getting back into the sexual swing of things after the loss of a partner can be difficult, but moving on and getting busy is a vital part of the healing process.
Death is a hell of a cockblocker. One minute a dude is shacked up with a sweet piece of ass—someone who, after all these years, is willing to take it up the butt and make with the blowjobs more than once every stinking decade. The next, he’s standing over their casket wondering if he’ll ever have sex again. The Grim Reaper, that sneaky, no-good bastard, has been known to snuff out our partners without warning, leaving us in sex-starved mourning.
Although humans like to think they don’t have to worry about bidding farewell to their little love muffins until they are old and gray, plenty of people in their 20s and 30s have been forced to move on with their lives once a partner bites the dust. And that’s a real bummer. Having to deal with death before boner pills or hormone therapy is one of life’s cruelest jokes. We’ve finally found someone that checks all the boxes, and now they’re gone.
“The first time I had sex with someone after my husband died, I found out I wasn’t ready. I felt really disconnected from the experience and spent weeks beating myself up over it. I didn’t tell any of my friends I had done it. I was just so ashamed of myself and felt like shit. It felt like a betrayal more than simply moving on.”
Amber
For some, it takes time to even start thinking about dating again. Yet, as callous as it may sound, they still need to get laid like anyone else. Their spouse might be in the grave, but their twitchy bits are alive and well. And while masturbation might get them through some of the rough patches, self-pleasure won’t cut it for long. Horny mourners need to feel the flesh of another up against their bodies—not just for sexual satisfaction, but to stave off the loneliness that has suddenly invaded their lives. But moving forth in this quest, for many reasons, can get awkward.
“The first time I had sex with someone after my husband died, I found out I wasn’t ready,” 36-year-old Amber tells HUSTLERMagazine.com. “I felt really disconnected from the experience and spent weeks beating myself up over it. I didn’t tell any of my friends I had done it. I was just so ashamed of myself and felt like shit. It felt like a betrayal more than simply moving on.”
