Neither my body nor my dick asked to get old. Everything still looks good for my 57 years. However, the pill pushers said “Take this for blood pressure and this for cholesterol, this for allergy.” With all those pills, good old reliable wasn’t reliably raging every morning. In response to that complaint, and true to their calling, the docs said, “Take this for depression.
Don’t worry about staying hard or getting turned on, you are old now and don’t need sex
Saturday afternoon, Linda drew a bath for me. It had jasmine scented oil, and was just right. I stripped off my clothes and sank into the warm, refreshing water. As I relaxed, Linda got naked. I thought she was going to join me, but she grabbed the shaving cream and a razor. She told me to relax while she shaved my legs.
I lifted one leg up and let her get to work. Before long, both my legs were smooth, and shiny. Next she shaved off what hair I had on my chest, and my underarms. Then she told
Jason glanced up from his menu as the scent of perfume caught his nose. The woman that just passed his table not only smelled like heaven, but looked the part as well. She was dressed in short yellow sundress, that barely covered her round ass cheeks. The woman’s long, red curly hair, seemed appropriate for the hot Georgia summer. Jason watched the woman as she took a seat at the counter.
She turned her head to look around the small diner, and Jason was surprised that he recognized her.
I’m not sure why I walked into the place. I hate funerals, death, flowers. It was just all so much ceremony. Uncle Tom was gone, why did he need a party for his corpse? My gaze lifted to scan a sea of long forgotten or never known faces. Some dabbing at tears, others laughing merrily as if this was indeed a celebration. Sighing softly and moving through the crowd, the voice of my mother ringing in my ears. “You should go, pay our respects….and besides you were his
Kelsey glanced over her shoulder at the schoolhouse clock as she rushed around the den picking up and straightening as quickly as she could. She had spent the day shopping with her friend Janet, again. She didn’t know why she was so drawn to Janet but she knew she wasn’t behaving as herself. She had been generally nasty lately and leaving things till the last minute. She was not happy with herself and had been taking it out on Nick.
Gosh she loved Nick. He was not only her husband but also her
Rebecca was excited. Today was going to be one of her special days. She’d been building up to it or a couple of weeks now, and no matter how she struggled against her perverted desires no matter how much she tried to suppress the depravity of her craving, Rebecca knew that eventually she would weaken and give in. Her sexual urges appalled her in the immediate aftermath of one of her soirees and Rebecca would analyse her actions constantly in the days that followed, but inevitably that
“Do you remember me?”
Peter Dovzhenko turned from his seat in the sand, where he’d spent the last hour watching the waves rolling onto the beach, when he heard the smoky, Slavic-accented voice of a young woman behind him. He found her standing 5’3″, with dirty blonde, shoulder-length hair, her body lithe and fit like a gymnast’s, her tiny, turquoise bikini covering pert little A-cup breasts just big enough to hold.
She was 18, and while her body looked
I was recently on a golf trip with 3 friends, in addition to some great golf during the day, we always enjoyed a few nights out, and possibly some harmless dancing and flirting with some girls if we were lucky. All 4 of us were married, had been out of the game for a while, not what you would exactly call ladies men.
Not to say we were not attractive, as well as successful, just that we had become comfortable in the lives we lived.
After playing golf all day we cleaned up and headed to the
Daddy…could you just hold me for a while.. make love with me.. treat me nice.. I am feeling so sad right now.. can you comfort me? YOu don;t always play that role. Can you tell me nice things and stoke me and make me feel loved and cared for? When you see me in my photos do you see that I am vulnerable and need your attention and that I hurt inside?
Do you feel for me in some way and want to take care of me? Would you have me in your real life if it was possible and take me into your bed
It all started one night when my wife and I were fucking on the couch when the subject of ass fucking came up. I have been fucking my wife in the ass since we were first married, at first she didn’t like it but now I can fuck her pretty asshole any time I want. As I am fucking her she just reaches down between her legs and rubs her clit till she cums all over herself.
Any time she is on her period she prefers to be ass fucked, that is just fine with me because her ass is a lot tighter than her