Bit of background I’m 27 alright to look at I’d say but not going to lie and say I’m some model, the woman in question [Philipa] is early 50’s good body considering but not a out and out Milf, she is however known for being a bit of a deviant.

So this happened at Christmas, I normally offer myself up as a taxi for my mum and her work friends when they have there school Christmas party, it’s normally a Friday night and don’t tend to drink on the Friday night so I earn bit of extra cash doing it.

As normal I tend to drop off about 10 or 12 different people, on my second trip I pick up Philipa and two others, she’s wearing this short black dress something I’d expect a woman in her late 20’s to wear. I wasn’t really paying too much attention but she was adamant to sit in the front, they argued a little bit in the end she had her way. Now as she was getting in the car she apologised and warned me her dress was short, I naturally looked and it really was but I must admit she pulled it off. Read more »

Felicia met me on the rooftop Tapas bar, on a night hot and sultry, where the air itself is magnetized, and the bones become sensual and languid from the heat. She was my Tinder date for the night, in a period where I was dating many women.

I liked Felicia immediately. She had soft and delicate white skin and and a round face whose cheeks were embellished with a pair of deep dimples. But Felicia had one thing that immediately irritated me – a high pitched, nasal voice – and throughout the date was saying pompous and naive things which gave me a rumble in my belly and made me want to rough her up. Probably because she was quite different from many of the girls I was meeting at the time. Felicia was a rich sheltered girl who exuded the politeness and naiveté of true wealth, wealth which was clear in the simple but exquisite cut and cloth of her blue dress, and the delicate overpolite manners she had. Read more »