It’s pretty sad that the narrative in the USA is still stuck firmly in the 1870s. I have to say that I’ve been fortunate enough to have known several women with sexual appetites that nearly matched my own and who were emotionally mature enough to embrace their sexuality without caring a jot what anyone else would think about it. There’s something wonderful when two people can enjoy great sex four or five times a day (schedules & commitments permitting, of course, so sometimes it’s just twice or thrice daily) and know that it’s not “too much” for either of them, even if at times things become a little tender from repeated use…