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Liam had been a good husband to Carol. They married when she was 21 and a virgin. He was a railway worker who made up freight trains in a yard in South London with the assistance of an elderly driver and a diesel locomotive. The quarter mile long trains would be collected by large diesel locomotive units and travel to freight handling yards throughout England.
They lived in a small ground floor flat in East Dulwich. Carol worked as a librarian, a job she loved and moved from library to library. She particularly loved Children's Library activity. Over the 7 years of her marriage she worked 6 days a week and loved her job.
One day at work Liam had an accident, lost his footing and fell as the shunter had pushed two container cars down to join a train. Liam had fallen and his leg was severed by two wheels of the bogie which stopped the shunt. Liam passed out and nearly died on the way to hospital where surgeons completed an amputation. He lost a great deal of blood and was in an induced coma with multiple transfusions. In the course of his hospital stay cancer was diagnosed. Three months after his accident he was referred for palliative care and died a month later.
Liam had taken all this calmly to the astonishment of everyone. Carol was the one who needed counselling and later grief counselling.
She thought of the years of sex together. She had loved the gentle rhythm Liam had entering her first with his mouth then with his penis. He was gentle inside her; she had squeezed him and together slowly they would arrive at mutual climax. She found him sexy enough to want him inside her every night and when she had a period he wasn't bothered and would give her whatever she asked for. She loved the feel and smell of him and her thick long hairy bush loved to be rubbed by his hard prick. She found excitement even during her periods from his licking her breast, nipples and stroking her bottom cheeks. Liam was silent in bed, she asked for and got what excited her. She loved to wash his prick and balls.
She missed him every day and was warm and wet constantly sometimes the memories of him but more often her desire for sex again, She had developed an appetite for a man inside her over the years and now alone this had grown.
Her counsellor asked one time, "Carol what are you missing most about Liam. these days?"
"Well er our sex together more than anything else I miss him inside me."
"Have you found this a difficulty?"
"Oh yes I have a appetite for him but also feel a daily need for sex."
"Would you say this has increased your sexual desire?"
"Yes enormously I feel I am on heat but a male relationship has been out of my mind-I still talk to Liam all the time when I am alone. I have a good social life with colleagues and friends. I even go out on my own happily but between my legs I am always ready for sex!"
"Have you heard the expression "Widows Fire"? "
Carol shook her head.
"It is used to describe the increased hormonal drive which brings intense desire for sex. It is common in women who have lost a sexual partner and is a natural physical and emotional reaction to loss of a partner."
