Novel & Cerita Older Women Make Great Lovers

“I’ve always loved her. I’m willing to give up anything for her. And last night I just found out we had a son. She’s been keeping it away from me. All those years she spent hiding.” “She must have really hated you.” While the old man drink from his cup, in the corner of his eyes, he sought the sincerity on Charles’ face. He felt bad for this young man but again, women were hard to understand. “Women are mysterious, my boy! They are unpredictable and they created most difficulties yet it makes a relationship stronger and better,” the old man stated. “Women’s weaknesses are their soft tender hearts. No matter how much they pretend to have a stone-cold heart, it softens still.”

“Thank you so much, ma’am.” She opened the gate more, inviting us to step in. “Come in and bring your boyfriend inside too.” Minghao and I flinched at the misunderstanding she spouted right now. The man beside me, suddenly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato. He opened his mouth, maybe about to deny the supposition. But according to my last experience, I know it might be better not to oppose the old woman’s assumption. A conversation with older people always comes with this: if you are not in relationship, they’ll keep asking when do you plan of having one, suggest other people to date with, tell their own love stories, etc…

"I've got women who'd want to be with me." I smirked. "You're planning on beating my record I see? Look who's the womanizer now." She smiles cheekily. "You're old." Lovemarie commented. "But experienced." I added. Lovemarie throws her head back and laughs. "By experienced you mean with diseases?" "Clean as fuck." "I doubt."

"If I ever feel like dating, I'll do it even when I'm eighty. Love isn't bound by age, you know." "I get it, but falling in love at eighty isn't the same as falling in love now," I argued, playful but firm," I countered. "How's it different? It's still just two people who like each other. Haven't you seen those videos of old couples? They're way more adorable than young ones." She opened and closed her fingers like she was trying to catch the sun. She had a point, but there was something fresh and carefree about her right now—like the Lena I remembered from years ago, before life got complicated.

“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

"Mr. Lloyd, I'm not married. Can't I at least look?" Andrew looked like he might throw up. "Seriously? She's old and ugly… This is what gets you going?" Dylan's eyes lit up. "I know, right? She's ancient and terrifying. But somehow... It's kinda hot?" Natasha snorted in disgust. "Darling, you don't get it. Dylan's got a thing for older, mean women. Those who'll slap him and spoon-feed him." Dylan grinned shamelessly. "Exactly! Older women are the best. The older they are, the better!"

she looks over to where I was pointing all the time keeping a steady pace with me. “Oh aren’t they sweet, I can’t help but smile when I see old couples in love. It’s such a precious thing.” As she is talking I can’t help my eyes roam her body. She isn’t like any other women I’ve ever dated. She’s curvy but sexy as hell, not in a throw it in your face way. My eyes go back to her face as she turns back to look at me. “I can’t say I’ve ever thought of the older generation in that way but all love is a beautiful thing" I say, and she smiles and it almost takes my breath away.

He lifted her torso, just enough so he could grab her two handfuls of her breasts and manipulate them in his palms. "Fuck yes, that is the way to do it," she panted. "Not to hard, but not too soft. Knowing, experienced, warm loving hands. Fuck me, older men are such good fucks for a girl like me." "On behalf of older men everywhere, you are very welcome and a great joy. We really should try to get you to a law firm social even if it doesn't work out with Phil. All the guys are 'older' and we could screen out the few sour apples for you."

Still puzzled, Pamela muttered, “Why was I so out of my mind back then? How could I have married an old man?” Amanda: “…” She almost choked on her water. “Mom, love is a strange thing. Didn’t you say when you see him now, you don’t dislike him either?” Pamela nodded honestly. “I don’t dislike him… in fact, I feel like taking care of him. Even though he’s old, he still cares deeply for me.” Amanda studied her mother. She looked healthier these days. “Mom, if you like him, then be with him. Old Master is a good man. If you’re willing, go accompany him. After all, life is short—when you’ve found the one you love, even if it’s late, cherish every day you have.”

It looked like a woman going to war. Against her daughter. For her lover. For the life she refused to lose. And as I drove into the night, thunder rumbling overhead, I whispered to myself a vow, a curse, and a confession all in one. > “The things we do for love… they never let us go.”