Novelas y relatos de Older Men Younger Women Books

"Cherry, you really are a dirty grandma, aren't you? I've heard of Bad Santa, bad teacher, and even bad and dirty grandpa and I know three dirty moms but you are the first dirty old lady I've ever met." "Honey, do you think just because you get older, your sex drive dies? For some it does but most of us still have one. We just can't find a man willing to fuck us the way we need it. Those old men and their blue pills aren't as good as they used to be, no matter what that pill says. And younger virile men won't look our way."

"Do you know that both men and women were equally attracted to romantically involved opposite-sex friends and those who were single; hot friends were not and not friends were not, regardless of their relationship status?" "What is your point?" "I am stating a fact. There is another fact. Men only like women between age 18 to age 28, Lisa, you are 28 years old, please seize your youth while you can." "You are bold; Joseph, you know women are the same. We like young men as well. If you are trying to annoy me, it wouldn't work. Just remember that I am forever 5 years younger than you, generally speaking, women have a longer expectancy than men."

I watched a few scenes when I started getting an erection. Grandma was surely asleep by now, so I figured it was safe. I grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand, pulled down my shorts and started rubbing one out. The scene I was watching was an older woman and young man. You know the kind I'm talking about. They usually have tags like, 'Mother and (Not Her Son)'. I had always had a thing for older women. The so-called Mother was hot. A redhead with natural tits and a shaved pussy, riding (Not Her Son's) huge cock. I don't know why they have to stipulate that it's not her son. It's always obvious that there's probably not more than 10 years difference in their ages. But it was still ho

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I’m more shameless than my brother, if you really want to know,” he said, sliding an arm around my shoulders and leaning closer, his breath hot against my ear. “And I love older women. Younger girls… they don’t have the experience. They don’t know what to do.” He clicked his tongue. “The older ones know exactly what they want.” I pushed him back with a laugh, though I gave him a look. “And I love men older than me,” I said smoothly, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile. “The younger ones have no experience.”

The older man stood close and observed every movement. “You look lovely like this,” the man commented. “So responsive. Damien, share her properly now.” Damien thrust up into me steadily while the other man touched my breasts lightly. His hands felt different, more exploring than commanding. I used the moment to listen carefully to their words. “Tell me why the Board needs this control,” I asked breathlessly between thrusts. “What do you gain from breaking girls like me?” Damien gripped my hips harder but did not stop me from talking. The older man smiled slightly.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

“I’m sorry if it seems I’m meddling, sir. It’s just… with your age difference, do you really think the girl feels the same way you do?” Damien’s brows knit together, his head tilting slightly. “Excuse me?” The other attendant shot her a panicked look, whispering for her to stop, but the woman ignored her. “I’ve seen cases like this,” she continued. “The girls stay with older men for the lifestyle, the money while their hearts belong to someone younger.” For a moment, silence fell. Damien simply stared at her, almost incredulous. Had he gone too soft? Was that why she thought she could stand there and question him like this?

Story Two I love sex with older women; they're usually so much better at it than their younger counterparts; they don't go gossiping to their friends after you've fucked them and quite a few of them are very grateful, especially the less attractive ones; I don't care myself; as long as they're over forty and not too fat, then they are fair game. My first oldie was a teacher from school; Miss Shaw; she was fifty when I fucked her and still a miss. I was twenty-three. We met in a pub one night; she was with a party of women, I was waiting for my mates. We chatted while I waited for my friends, leaving shortly after they arrived; but not before getting her address and an invitation to visit the