Erotic Older Women Novels & Stories

she said, slowly peeling the banana and not at all shy about making intense eye contact. “Very cool, what sorts of things do you draw?” I asked. “I mostly draw erotic things. Things that turn me on, sexually.” she said, grinning as she pressed her lips against the tip of the banana, kissing all over it while staring into my soul. “Oh.” I said, again feeling the blood rush between my legs. My eyes shifted towards the kitchen, and I saw that Diane wasn’t paying attention at all. “Yeah. Older men making love to much younger women, mostly.” she said, speaking slowly and somehow charging every word that left her mouth with sensuality. A woman her age had never made me feel uncomfortable before, b

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

Her thoughts, her pleasures, her growing independence all laid bare. Mark grew quieter as he aged into his early sixties. His hair thinned, movements slower, but the calm mask never cracked. He still brought women home now and then, their encounters shorter but still detailed in my unwilling view. One older woman rode him slowly in the living room chair one afternoon while Lily was out. Her hips rolled deliberately, taking him deep, breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him. Mark gripped her ass, guiding her until they both shuddered to climax. I caused the chair to creak and shift unnaturally. The woman laughed nervously. Mark’s eyes scanned the room for me.

I growled. “You do, Eric,” she moaned loudly. “You… you have the upper hand.” “I’m so obsessed with you,” I said between hard thrusts. “I get angry when any man looks at you. Are you going to let another man touch your body?” “No,” she cried out. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy… they are all yours, Eric. My husband.” “Say it again,” I demanded, fucking her even harder. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy are all yours, Eric!”

Ethan . . A week has passed and I have spent it surfing the internet, jumping from one site to another, searching for the best ways to seduce older women. Some of them were outright disgusting and worth calling the police. While some, if I decide to stick to that advice, years might pass before I even see her vaginal let alone fuck it. And for the rest, I had done them. Listen to her. But her favorite things are for her. Compliment her.

I see desire flaring in the witch’s eyes, their color growing deeper. “Shh,” I whisper, bending to her chest and drawing the soft, deflated-balloon-like areolas into my mouth. My fingers slide to the most intimate place on a woman’s body, and I’m stunned by how narrow it is there—and already wet. Despite everything, my cock is aching badly with arousal, heavy and hard as never before. A real weapon, straining for battle. "How dare you?" the old woman mutters indignantly, though already barely aware of herself, melting in my arms and languid from the new, pleasant sensations.

He's in the mood to come down from the 50th floor to the ground floor. It feels creepy to walked alone and went inside the elevator. He presses the opening code and came in. The door is about to close when an old woman steps in too. Val gulped his saliva and calm himself to have an old woman with him. He felt aroused to think about fucking an older woman here inside the elevator. He's not familiar with this old lady but she had still a spice on her body. Maybe her age range between the 50s to 60s when you see the wrinkles on her face. His eyes went down on her breast and he's imagining cupping them with his hands.

Even though they participated, they didn't have much desire, she was already a grandmother, but due to plastic surgery and exercise, she was a preserved woman who had 50 years of life, full of adventures and a great experience in sex. This happened more than fifty years ago, since then, she would do anything, do everything, and have a male harem at her feet, which also included other women and men of all ages. Harmful random sexual relationships with several men of different ages, putting their greatest dark desires on the screen, hoping that no one would find out, she would not be defamed, just called Fairy Erotic, with an avatar of a naked and busty fairy, she said everything the possible

“He’s an exception. Thank God. Look, Lanie. Maybe you haven’t found the right guy yet because you’ve been looking in the wrong age group. Going out with an older guy might be good for you. It’ll give you an idea of what you’ve been missing.” “Hm. I guess.” Thinking about it, Erica’s point of view grew on me. Something had always been off about the men I dated. It was like they lagged behind in one way or another, and I was stuck waiting for them to catch up. “I think you’re mature for your age,” Erica seriously said, taking her tomatoes to the stove and dumping them into a skillet. “Thank you, but I’m not sure that’s true.” “Spoken like a truly mature person.”

Krista said, getting on her hands and knees next to her, sighing when she felt her hips gripped in strong hands, followed by a cock sliding into her pussy. "At my age, there is no shame in pleasure anymore," the woman gasped as the man fucking her ass pounded her hard. Krista saw Susan get on her hands and knees on the other side of the woman, one of the men quickly getting behind her. Zach opted to take a seat behind the three women with the other men sitting around watching. "Those your women?" an older local woman asked, squatting down in front of him, her long skirts swirling on the sand, her face seamed and weathered, the color of old oak.