Older Women Make Great Lovers Novels & Stories

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.”

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.”

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

“I quite like Tristan. He’s a very handsome man. I was divorced recently, too. Very ugly affair. My ex-husband was a mess. He cheated on me multiple times, you know. He said that I was far too busy and he needed attention. I served it right to him and left his ass when I finally found the strength. I’ve been having one night stands since then.” The coffee starts to taste bitter. I never expected her to be this candid. “That’s… good news,” I say. “Um, so about the—” “It feels nice to be with younger men as an older woman,” she trudges on. “As women, we always get told that no one would want us past a certain age. We’re being treated like expired meat. But I don’t even have to announce who I a

It was as though he too had felt that kind of unexpressed longing, and it tugged at something within me. The third story was about a love that spanned across age, where the older man was mature and steady, while his younger lover was passionate and fearless. Though their relationship was challenged by their age difference, they supported each other, facing life’s hardships together. Their love wasn’t understood by outsiders, yet the mutual respect and acceptance they shared only made their bond stronger.

"Right. Look! He's cut your favorite cheese for you. He's so in love with you." "Yeah. He loves no one but you." People always emphasized what they lacked. Evan, at 17, knew that actions spoke louder than words. But he seemed to have forgotten this at 27. Wearing a self-deprecating smile, I glanced at Hannah beside him. She sported a head of glorious red hair, perfectly matching her passionate, open, and fiery nature—the very qualities that had taken Evan by storm. Female werewolves seemed to have great bodies, but Hannah had the best body among all of Evan's werewolf girlfriends. My human body certainly wasn't attractive enough for Evan.

Eventually, the old man got up holding his wife's hand, and danced, lightly shaking themselves to the beat of the song. The blush spread on the old lady's face couldn't escape my eyes. They look lovely together. Even age couldn't decrease the radiance of their love. "PERFECT" by Ed Sheeran was overwhelming the whole cafe. || I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me Baby, I'm dancing in the dark With you between my arms

RIEKA POV " It's such a beautiful thing, to see young people in love" An old woman who I assume to be in her mid 70s says. " Thanks mom" I gratify with a smile " All that is left now is for you two to make it official and get married" She says " Believe me mom I will love nothing more than to do that, if I had my way then we could do it today" He says excited ' I think the two might be close, judging from the way they communicate. Could she be one of the women Gabriel told me about'- I wonder

Bonita says as she sits up and looks me in the eyes. "Bonita, my love, you are so beautiful. I cannot believe that you love me. Why would a woman like you love an older man like me? I love you with everything in me, and I am afraid you will run off with someone younger one day," I say. "Why on earth would I want to leave you? Do you know how many women want you young and older? Babe, you are not getting rid of me. Now, stop this! I love him more than you will ever know. You are handsome and strong. You are unlike your nephew, who is a weakling I cannot even stand looking at anymore. Do you know that younger wolves spend more time in front of a mirror these days than I do? I am glad that I ha

It sends her into a memory It was her first kiss with her last lover. She remembers feeling fireworks exploding inside her. She just couldn’t get enough. “—— “ she kisses back, becoming more possessive with each kiss. She pushes him back “are you sure about this ———“ she asks not wanting to rush anything. He nodded “if you want it so do I” he says. He nuzzled into her neck and bit her. She snaps back.