Mature Women Novels & Stories

"Can't that be certain? Although I'm not a great beauty, I'm still a lively, gentle, and cute. Isn’t it normal for men to wait for me?" "Not with me, you’re not. Do you think you're still a young girl and that men will wait for you?" "Haha..." Paige chuckled and said, "You don't know, but married women are even more popular than girls nowadays." Chris looked at Paige as if she was joking. Paige smiled and said, "Don't you know the saying: 'Youth doesn't know the charm of a mature woman; mistaking a girl for a treasure?'" It seemed like something Chris had vaguely heard of.

Pushing at the oversized woman with a power that surprised the A****n warrior, Kendra hissed, “Get away from me. You tricked me. There’s no A****n sex secret for long life, is there?” Although Kendra had managed to shift Marta, the warrior woman was not only strong, but had the advantage of being on top. Pinning Kendra onto her back, Marta held her shoulder down with one hand while the other groped and kneaded a breast. With her face just inches from Kendra, she grinned. “Nope.” “You’re not in your seventies either, are you?” Kendra spat. “Oh, I am that,” the woman admitted. “I was born an A****n. We live a long, long time, my gullible friend.”

"Have you heard of the seven ages of man?" "I think so. It's from Shakespeare, isn't it?" She nodded. "What about the seven ages of woman? Ever heard of those?" He shook his head. "You're right. They don't exist. Women don't have seven ages. They only have three. The maiden, the mother and the crone. This is a very cruel profession for a woman, Peter. They love you when you're the maiden. That lasts until you're about thirty if you're lucky. Are you familiar with the theatre?"

Rideten, Five Years Before A women’s circle involved a gathering of women of all age groups, backgrounds, shape and size. They arrived alone, or in groups of friends or family. Grandmothers, mothers and daughters, aunts and nieces, childhood friends, schoolteachers and home makers – women from every walk of life. They entered carrying with them wine which they added to the communal table and drank out of vintage teacups as they giggled, and chatted, and shared the news of their week, their family and friends.

It was the woman who called earlier—Faith Delacruz. The other woman looked slightly older, perhaps in her late twenties. She appeared to be at the age between youth and maturity. She had a tall and slender figure, fair skin, and a beautiful face, coupled with a charming physique. She was wearing a short black dress without stockings, displaying her long, fair legs. A mature aura emanated from her like perfume. She looked like she could be a celebrity. Her name was Shirley Bush. The two women sat there condescendingly as if any men who laid eyes on them would feel so inferior and humbled that they would grovel at their feet. Some might even lack the courage to approach them.

“Who’s that girl? Her attack isn’t weak at all!” Fane could not help but frown when he saw this. He did not remember there being such a powerful young woman in the Pavilion of Divinity. Most of their elders were in their forties or fifties. There were even a few women in their sixties and seventies. There were only two to three younger people, but Fane had truly never seen this silhouette before.

They went to the sitting room and sat quietly watching the television till Nura cleared her throat "So dad, what's it like being married to Miss Munawarrah?" "Good" "Aww dad, don't be a bore" "I'm not" "Ooooh!" She cooed and clapped her hands, "You're shy" "Shy? Why should I be shy?" She shrugged, "well spill" "Young lady" "Dad!" "Fine, it's great. She's a very smart woman" Nura clapped again, "I know right? Me and my friends admire her so much, in a world where men think they're high and mighty it's so admirable to see a woman being so successful"

She was lonely and she needed to be loved by the right man but most men were either after her life, or money and she could smell such men from a mile away. "I miss you papa." Christina whispered to herself as she entered the house and made herself comfortable in a secret room where she could see her buyers but they could not see her… Meanwhile, beautiful rich women walked into the living room of the mansion and occupied all the seats but one. These women's ages ranged between 55 to 70 being the oldest. They were dressed in posh outfits, gold and diamonds jewellery was spotted on each one of them. "Good evening ladies. Let's get down to business. May the best bid win." Mario said after instru

I groaned angrily banging my table. “How does my ranking have to do with us?” he asked me. “As the highest Alpha female there is, my pack forbids that I become mate with a low-ranked wolf like you, you’re an omega, There’s no difference between you and a common maid or helper. How do you expect an Alpha to be mate with someone who is supposed to serve her. See listen to me, make everything easier here and reject me as your mate!” I groaned furiously with my voice as cold as Ice.

Five naked women stood before me in the centre of the studio. The afternoon light poured through the tall glass walls and painted their bodies in shifting gold and shadow. Every curve, every dip, every tremor was illuminated. Skin tones ranged from porcelain to deep mahogany. Breasts varied from small and high to full and heavy. Nipples stood erect in the cool air. Pussies were smooth, trimmed, or left natural—each one already glistening with anticipation or nerves or both. Their breathing filled the silence: shallow, uneven, excited.