*This is a SFW work of fiction as told from the perspective of a love interest, Judy Perez, of the main protagonist of Monterey Valley (WARNING! Link=NSFW!)
You can read Judy’s first introduction here in Familial Surprise: Judy – Ep. 8 (WARNING! Link=NSFW!)

What gets better with age?

Wine.
And Women.

What’s that old adage? Women age like fine wine? No it’s, something like…
‘A woman is like a fine wine… As they age their experiences add to their depth of flavor.’

I think…… Honestly I could give two fucks about old adages. All I really care about is Crush. Mom’s Malbec. She bought it after her lover from before I was born left her. Bought the winery. Up north of San Fran. Mom took me a time or two for tasting and business. Pretty country. I know Mom sends a case of this stuff every month up to Washington, I presume to her old lover. Back when their love was still fresh and new, back before the shit hit the fan, I guess they loved to share a bottle when they had time. It was called something different back then but I don’t think that matters now. Mom bought it for her even though she left. I think it’s romantic if a little tragic. They never did get back together but I know she still pines for her.

Crush though… It’s a full bodied wine, not too dry and with a medium color, that means it falls in the midrange for tannins or so I’m told. It’s a sweet wine with fruity flavors, rich, and has a deep purple color with a magenta rim.

Did I sound like I knew something about wine? Cause I don’t. Most of that was from the label. Really… I’ve never tasted the difference between wine if it’s older or newer. Ok but, cheap wines, I can tell. Good to binge for a nice buzz but steel yourself for the taste and the headache later. I just mean, when Mom brings out a 1983 Cab, it just tastes a bit like a Merlot to me. Guess that’s why I would never make it as a sommelier.

Crush though…
Crush is delicious.

The woman part of my assertion is right though. I’ve had more than a few lovers both in college and after. Lonely, vulnerable professors with whom I rekindled a passion for lust. Cougars looking to dip their toes into a raging river of lesbianism after a lifetime of hiding in the closet. Wealthy, powerful women who know exactly what they want and how they want it… My experiences have run the gamut. And after all these years and all my partners, I have to say the girls my age are the most energetic and wild. The shapes we make sometimes surprise me… But the ladies I could call my mother? Phew… They bring a whole ‘nother level of sapphic passion to the table that girls like me haven’t yet been able to cultivate in our library of eroticism… I feel it, I understand it, but reproduction is difficult without a guide.

Wine.
Yes.

Mom would agree. It ages well. But women… Find yourself a mature lover… Give yourself over to them completely… And you’ll see what I mean…