Author's note: Rachel is a 5'3 intelligent, funny lady with blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes. When we first chatted online she was 39 years old and working part-time as a schoolteacher. She may be fifteen years my senior but we easily struck up a rapport and she soon let me discover how sexy a lady with experience can really be. This dialogue takes place a...
"You can pay me all my attention I gave you only if you let me kiss you once," he said shyly. Hear this I became stunned and wonder if he wants kiss me why he waited so long while I've gave him a lot of chances. I was embarrassed and I looked away. But then he moved very close to me. As I kept silent he said, "Please don't say no, I know, I've red your eyes...
My name is Charlotte and I am 30 years old frustrated housewife. I have long dark hair, stand at 6ft tall and have 36c boobs. My husband Donald whom I love dearly is not very good in the bedroom. Sometimes I have gotten so frustrated and have thought of going elsewhere to be satisfied but just haven't had the courage to do so yet. I love having sex with my h...
Georgina lay beside me, propped on one arm, her head resting on her hand, lightly stroking my cock with the tips of the fingers of the other, looking into my eyes, smiling with anticipation. She touched me very lightly, pausing when my cock stirred and I began to get hard, refraining until it settled down again to rest atop my balls. "Such a pretty cock," s...
I moved against you, breathing deeply. You felt my nipples press against your chest as I wrap my arms around your neck. Your cock pokes me in the belly as I draw my mouth closer, closer... you close your eyes and move your arms to surround me, only to find they won't move. Puzzled, you look at your arms as I fade away into the shifting scenery. Your arms ar...
I was already pretty drunk since I had started around 7pm and now it was 1 am. The blonde sitting in the bar stool next to me was rubbing my leg while she talked. What she was saying I had no idea as I was mesmerized by her cleavage poking through her low-cut sweater. My hand was on her upper thigh and her short skirt was barely covering her mound. I moved m...
The bedroom was quite. The night had grown old and both Mal and I eased our way into the bed as we did every night. She had pulled the covers down just enough for everything below her knees to be covered. She always said a good night's sleep started with warm feet. I looked over to see the hem of her Iron Man tank top bunched up around her waist. I could see...
I awoke to a slight sound, unknown in it's execution but enough to assure that I was no longer alone. My sleep fogged mind was jolted into awareness of this fact, and wondered at the strange bed I was laying on. Dimly, after a few moments, the memory of being showed to the room by Jerry late in the evening forced it's way into that awareness. I had removed m...
Gary Sutcliff's mom always hated me. Well, maybe hate is too strong a word. She never cared for me. I'm not sure why exactly, but I have ideas. Perhaps it started from the time Gary and I had a tiff and, seeking revenge, I hurled a stone through his bedroom window. It didn't help either that, following another tiff, I sledge-hammered the Sutcliff's flagstone...
This is the second story about my relationship with my GILF. She was quite surprised (and a bit worked up, thank you very much!) at the response to the first story, and I have convinced her to write this one, and probably one more. First, though, I would like to address a couple of comments posted about the first story: First, yes, my GILF actually exists....