Once a man approaches middle age, 50 years and up, it seems that his sexual abilities start to dwindle away. And as that happens, he then reaches for the wonder drug, Viagra. But not so much with our dear older women. As you read this true experience, you will really appreciate this about them and
First off I must let you know that I always loved the fact that I am a straight male who loves women. That is, until my friends of 35 years showed me something. It started off as a night of watching movies at my buddy’s house with him and his wife. We had watched a
She sat down at the table across the aisle from him, her long legs exposed half way up her thigh. She was a mature woman fifty-four, fifty-five maybe, but in excellent physical shape, and with great looking legs. She ordered a cup of tea and then smiled across the isle at him. He looked up
Honestly I was somewhere between ecstatic and overwhelmed, with just a hint of in-over-my-head. Despite all this, I was determined to give it my all. I sucked that cock like it contained the last drop of the antidote. I worked both hands in gentle twists along the spit slick shaft and moaned loudly. It’s not
I guess you could say that my wife is the type that might be called prudish in her sexual desires. When we met she was still a virgin, so everything she’s learned about sex has been with me. I’ve tried to get her to loosen up, but it’s been a long and tough process. She
I met a nice chap Jay, who is in his fifties, when I was parked in a car park one night. It was too hot in the house for me to get comfortable so I had gone for a drive to cool off and I was sitting in a car park known for dogging (if
It’s been snowing heavily in many places in the country, and Wednesday night, the city got blanketed in a sheet of ice that made driving treacherous. There were numerous accidents, due largely to drivers acting like assholes. Several roads got closed down. Myself, I made my way through town fairly smoothly. H wasn’t so lucky.
Getting impatient, I needlessly pulled my skirt down closer to my knees. “Where is he?” I sighed. Loosely holding my binoculars I peered through them at the doors to the building down the block. I had been stalking my prey now for months. The Mayor of our great city, John. I had come up with
I couldn’t help staring at it. It was not only the biggest cock I’d seen, there was an aesthetic quality to it that begged a lingering look. Veins coursed over thick black flesh ending in a perfect golfball sized half-dome. It had to be eight inches long and, Lord Almighty, it was still soft! The
Rob Connors sat alone in the small anteroom just off the foyer. He could hear, but not see what was happening in the larger room across. The doors to both rooms remained open and the hard tile surface of the entry way served to make the sound carry with surprising clarity. He had listened intently
Times were high. I was living the good life at my dream college, and going out with the type of girl that never would have given me a second look in my high school days. Lauren was one of those beautiful brunettes with the dark blue eyes that you could tell held within a darker,
I was sitting on the couch waiting for my daughter, Rachel, to finish getting ready. We were going to a gay and lesbian festival in the park � a fundraiser and luncheon – at the request of Rachel’s new girlfriend Kate. So, as a show of support for my daughter, I said I’d come along.
I kicked at the soaked sheets, trying to disentangle them from my sweaty legs. They were all twisted up, but I managed to pull my feet free and roll over onto my side. I knew that in a very short time I would be shivering so badly that I’d be forced to pull the matted
“And how do we play this game of yours?” I asked. “It’s pretty simple.” Sasha replied, “It’s kind of like the basketball game ‘HORSE’ except it’s different moves on your partner. So, when one couple does a move, the other couple has to mimic it to the best of their ability, and then it’s their
Alicia woke by degrees. Nudged first into basic awareness by her inability to turn over onto her stomach. Soft snores, not her own, invaded her consciousness next. She didn’t remember, what? Her lack of memory was the final impetus to full consciousness. Eyes open. Alicia lifted her head and surveyed the room. Same basic scheme