Mature Women Novels & Stories

The other woman smiled sadly. "This is the WERE kingdom. Here only werewolves reside. These people have some rules set for woman. Woman should not come out of their houses until they reach the age of 18. They should not have an opinion about who they should marry and who takes away their innocence. After they reach the age of 18, they are sold to a man who pays higher amounts of money for them. That man is their master. He can do whatever he wants with that woman, and no one has a right to question him. Woman should not raise her voice or hand, or in your case kick a man. They are just used by men for pleasure. Few men treat their woman better than the others. They are a few men, who will hi

"Oh, Cassian… I'm already in my 40s! If I were to plan for another baby now, my maternal age would be too advanced for an optimum pregnancy! Isn't that dangerous for me and the baby?" Both Quinn and Ambrose looked at Cassian. Cassian could see traces of anticipation in their eyes. Clearly, both of them wanted a second child as well. "From the medical perspective, it's true that pregnant women over the age of 35 are automatically classified as older expectant mothers. But in reality, many women are still able to give birth when they're in their 40s and 50s. In fact, it's quite common to see women in their 60s giving birth! In fact, I saw that the Gambling King was able to procure himself a so

While it was possible the women might question who they were and what they were doing there, she doubted they’d sound an alarm if she and Slate handled themselves appropriately. As the women rounded the bend and caught sight of Slate, their eyes widened. Both of the women were older, probably old enough to be Nya’s grandmother, and wore the clothing of maids. Still, they were not hiding their delight at seeing the well-built man. “Good morrow,” Slate said, looking them right in the eye.

They were also her favorites; Marylene being the oldest and most trusted employee. Mary was about 52 years old, an old lady with a very big heart. She could very well remember the first time she tasted Mary's cooking, it was literally heaven bursting on her tongue. She had come to ask for the job to support herself and her son since her husband had just passed away. She was a stay-at-home wife so things were hard for them. She shared her passion for cooking with Jim and he gave her a chance, also because she was a very nice lady with kind words and a soothing smile.

Jason said with a smile. "Don't talk nonsense!" Madison said coquettishly. "What nonsense am I talking about? I'm telling the truth. Have you ever seen anyone like you who is already a grandmother but still looks so young and beautiful?" Jason chuckled. It was said that when a woman reached 30, she would become less beautiful. When she reached 40, she would grow older. However, Madison seemed to be an exception. Even though there were some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, Madison was still so beautiful and looked young.

“Or my mother talking about going to strip clubs.” “You know, I was doing an interview in one of those women’s magazines the other day, and the interviewer said that I’ve become somewhat of an icon for women of a certain age – that sexuality doesn’t disappear with age. In fact, it gets even better. I think you become more willing to try new things, and --"

LUNA I am nineteen. I was supposed to get married before twenty. Women in the Matrix age differently compared to the outside world. No, the correct explanation is that mafia men view the women differently. If they are eighteen, they are old enough to get married. If they are twenty-one and single, they are way too old to get married, even for a guy twice their age. The women in our outfit won’t be caught dead in jeans outside their houses. We were raised to be proper, prim, poised and become a trophy wife. High school was the highest degree we could ever get.

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”

I rolled away a little more so he could reach the keyboard and watched as he scrolled through the different categories the site offered. I read where he stopped. "Milf's?" "Yup," Chris nodded, as he clicked on it. "Older women Matt, they are the way to go." I watched the site come up and looked at the various videos. "Yeah, but I mean they're old," I laughed. "They're like Mom's age." "But they know how to fuck man!" Chris exclaimed. "They been around and know what they love, and ain't shy about it, that's what you want isn't it?"

There were three young women in the room. Each dressed to seduce, each carrying a distinct allure. One looked mature and sultry. Her figure was ripe, like an overripe peach, as if she might burst at the slightest touch. Another looked petite and innocent. Her proportions, however, told a very different story. The contrast was deliberate and extreme. The last had a cold, world-weary, high-fashion look. She stood close to 5'9", all long lines and flawless proportions.