Sex Fueled by Love is The Best Sex

Why is Sex Important?

As an adult, I’ve come to appreciate the immense value of a rich sexual life. With the accumulation of life experiences, our sexual world undoubtedly deepens and enriches. This world is important for many reasons. Sex is not just a biological act. It should elegantly and beautifully be woven into our daily lives. The act of intimacy itself is beautiful. My personal doctor constantly shares with me the importance of sex—especially after 40—because it helps maintain good hormonal levels and drives away depressive feelings. Sex brings joy when it’s shared and desired, and it should always be that way. It’s both physical and mental health, brimming with pleasure and dopamine. When sex is mutual and wanted, happiness becomes indescribable. Just to clarify—I’m not talking about casual encounters. I’m referring to the kind of sex that blossoms from love and affection.

Me and Sex

As I mentioned, sex infused with love is my preference. I’ve tried to keep things casual—being emotionally detached and just having fun. But it doesn’t work for me. If I lack feelings, nothing ignites. I believe that this emotional connection enhances the experience. Instead of getting lost in endless sexual escapades, you remain grounded. Yes, sex should be thoughtfully chosen, just like quality food; we deliberately select nourishing options to ensure our bodies thrive. Quality sex yields exceptional physical and mental benefits.

Sex Fueled by Love

While the first sexual experience is important, I think it’s best forgotten quickly. Let’s be real: when you’re inexperienced, sex often feels like a 10-15 minute ordeal devoid of pleasure. The real joy comes with time and the ability to build trust. Sex becomes more fulfilling when you genuinely love someone. And by love, I mean a bond that is not obsessive. Obsessive, jealous love isn’t love at all—it’s toxic energy.

It’s essential to first love ourselves; only then can we fall in love with the world around us, with everything—not just one person. That person should primarily be yourself. Honestly, I love myself more with every passing year as I gain wisdom. I refuse to say I’m aging; looking back, I actually appreciate myself much more now. I love my physical self because I take great care of my body. It’s my temple, and I must maintain it through fitness, yoga, an active lifestyle, and a carefully chosen sex life.

So let’s make sex with love and passion—not just for the act itself, but for the emotions and vibrations that accompany it.

Sex Over the Years

I have always been in long-term relationships, meaning I’ve rarely been a free spirit. Maintaining a healthy sex life in a relationship is a challenge, but it’s entirely possible—provided there’s something worthwhile to maintain. Because I don’t know about you, but I’ve found myself devoid of any pleasure from sex with someone I was with. Out of a misguided understanding of love and affection, I allowed myself to remain in that state for far too long. If the current version of me could speak to my younger self, I would say, “Girl, are you seriously going to put up with this? Get it together and walk away!”

Yes, my dear, because without realizing it, we sometimes become prisoners of our own prejudices and illusions. I’ve experienced both pleasurable and utterly ridiculous sexual encounters in my relationships. I must admit that I went through a phase of expectations, always imagining how things would unfold, waiting and hoping. Meanwhile, time doesn’t stand still—it keeps ticking away. In that state of waiting, I’ve effectively wasted another 5 to 6 years of my life. Maybe even more, but I won’t dwell on that now.

I want to highlight the importance of having no expectations. If something wonderful happens, embrace it. If the opposite occurs, let it go and move on. This lesson, however, is one I’ve only learned now that I’m over 40.

My Best Sex Experience

When did I experience my best sex? Let me reintroduce myself: I’m Vesela, a 44-year-old single mom and a constantly seeking woman. As I mentioned, I’ve always been in some kind of relationship. After my child was born, I found myself alone. Over the last few years, I admit I’ve had prolonged periods without any sexual activity. Somehow, I accepted it, thinking it would happen when I was ready. Well, it did! I want to share with you the most extraordinary sex—the kind that leaves you breathless and free of any thoughts. It’s sex like a meditation. I often found myself asking, “Ves, is this real?”

Here’s how it happened. Like many people who are single and generally spending their time working and then going home, I decided to try one of the dating apps. A friend mentioned that Bumble https://bumble.com/is more user-friendly and not brutally sexual. I figured I’d give it a shot. Many conversations with people didn’t lead to dates, and I was a bit skeptical—at least I was before, considering these methods of interaction. Yet, we live in a tech-driven world, and I decided to let technology connect me to life. Then, bam! One day, I matched with someone who piqued my interest. I quickly messaged him because, on this app, a woman has to message first or the match disappears. He wrote that he was in Arbanasi (a lovely town in Bulgaria you must visit). I’m from Bulgaria, while he is a world traveler currently living in England. I’ll keep his identity a secret, even though I take immense pleasure in saying his name. During that time, I had decided to leave a job I loved because I craved something new. And he arrived like a breath of fresh air. I thought, if he invites me to visit, I’ll go (I live in Sofia, which is a 2-hour drive from Arbanasi). Well, he invited me, and I accepted. The power of thought and manifestation is truly remarkable!

I’ll confess, before going, I Googled him to ease my mind. After all, I had my car; if anything felt off, I could leave. I had an evacuation plan if necessary, and I told a friend where I was going for safety.

The moment I saw him, I felt his energy—beautiful and incredibly strong. I don’t know about you, but I fall for a man’s mind. If he’s smart and daring, that drives me wild and makes me want more. If the sex wasn’t good, I wouldn’t want more—that’s clear! So, yes, I was drawn to him. Once we found ourselves alone in the hotel room, the magic began. His hands were exceptionally beautiful—I adore gorgeous male hands and fingers; perhaps that’s my fetish. The lighting was soft, and I felt his hands enveloping me, gliding over my body. I felt so beautiful and delicate. His strength excited me tremendously. We kissed the entire time, and when we weren’t kissing, we gazed into each other’s eyes. He never allowed me to close my eyes, and that had never happened to me before. This made the experience so much deeper, real, and filled with trust. I could feel the confidence with which he entered me—deeply. We switched rhythms from slow to passionate and changed positions.

We danced while making love, deeply looking into each other’s eyes. I wrapped my legs around him as he lifted me, leading me to the deepest levels of pleasure imaginable. I lost count of how many orgasms I had, but they were many, intense, and incredibly strong. This man transported me from one world to another, from one fairytale to another. Every touch, every urge filled me with indescribable pleasure and happiness. It was beautiful sex. Every contact of my skin with his sent shivers through me.

I felt as though I was floating in vast, calm waters that enveloped and caressed me. Each time I closed my eyes, he whispered for me to look at him, and I got lost in his gaze. The sensation was extraordinary. It felt as if we were perfectly matched, and I had wanted him my whole life. I didn’t want it to stop, and thankfully, neither did he! When we finally reached a climax together, we both melted into a beautiful trance. Relaxed bodies and silence—no thoughts. It’s indescribable when you experience something so deep; your body and mind seem to pause, surrendering to the pleasure. My entire body and soul were smiling. Happy! Even now, as I write about it, I’m beaming with joy.