Category: Erotica

I am 51 years old and have a 18-year-old son. I had him at a younger age and raised him entirely on my own, which has led his friends to joke about his having a MILF. I still think I look nice, despite having 34DDs and a slender physique.

This thrills me to be honest, particularly when I hear them talking about the wicked things they want to do to me. As a result, I constantly tease them by dressing in tiny little bikinis, tight shirts, or short skirts, and occasionally when my son has basketball practice after school, his buddies will come over early and I will sunbathe outdoors nude. One of his pals even came out to say hello and ask if I needed anything. Read more »

The journey was, as always, easy and fun. The time had passed quickly. Deep conversation, interspersed with laughter. The scenery seemlessly changed from dull grey urban, to beaming green nature, as if they had teleported to this happy place.

They parked up and interlocked hands, setting off along the path unknown. He had planned this and she trusted him. She gazed at his profile as he looked down at his feet whilst answering an unremarkable question. She liked his welcoming face. This familiarity belied the brief time they had known eachother. Likewise, how open and relaxed she felt was also unique.

They arrived at an opening in the woods. Stetching out beyond them was a lush, sweeping grass meadow. Wild grain proudly rose above the shorter, hardy green grass. The subtle outline of a path, rarely frequented, traced towards a stout Oak tree. Beneath it, an inviting respite from the beating early August sun. Read more »

*”At night in my bed, as I lay awake, veiled in darkness to my thoughts, I escape. I flee to a memory of a night so erotic, the taste of your essence to my soul was hypnotic.*

*On that night our two souls in deep lust intertwined, no thought of our spouse for that moment of time.*

*there in that room of our secret encounter, you gave me your body and soul to devour.*

*My hands on the contours of your body did stray, and beneath silky lace my fingers made their way.*

*Mid the lips of your manicured fields I found treasure. A silky white pearl I caressed to your pleasure. Round and round up and down so merry the dance. The deep gasp of your ecstasy had me entranced.*

*Fingers covered in wetness like the sweet morning dew, hooking and thrusting I slipped deep inside you.*

*Of your notes of desire I could take it no more, with both hands, I pulled off the red lace that you wore.*

*your legs I spread open your body I mounted. “I want you so deeply inside me” you shouted.* Read more »

The next day, Jonathan told her at breakfast, that he’d be very occupied working during the day. She could go shopping and get to know the city, he offered. She was thrilled. During her time in the Facilitator Academy, they were not allowed to leave the premises alone. And the number of excursions to the ‘outside’ had been very limited. She agreed enthused.

He’d connected their IDs, allowing her to use his account. “Don’t hesitate, if you find something you like”, he had told her.

She had taken the free public transport to the promenade; she’d been visiting with him. On her last visit, she had seen some shops there, so it seemed to be a good starting point.

The sun was shining and the weather was warm. So, she sat down at a coffee shop to watch people going about their business. She ordered a cup of coffee and dreamed in the sun. Suddenly a young man came to her table and asked if he’d be intruding if he asked whether the other seat at her table were free. She answered in negative and offered him the seat next to her.

“I’m Timothy”, he introduced himself, “nice to meet you.” Read more »