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Men, don't let the ladies out-do you. They may have leaky boobs, fat ankles, and their monthly visitor, but they've got nothing on you, and we want to hear all about it.

Did you get a boner while giving a presentation at work? Did you let out a fart while introducing yourself to your girlfriend's mother? Were you the scrawny kid in high school with the pock-marked face? Let if off your chest.

Confess, son, that's an order.
  • — Men Only —
    Straight Male / 48

    After I got laid off from the company I had been with for over twenty years I floated from one job to another without finding success. Along the way, at this medium sized trucking company, I took a job as Controller. The office staff was small, although the company itself had over 100 employees.

    The office manager was a lady in her mid fifties. She was still very good looking, a bit heavy in the caboose and she obviously had big breasts. She wore open shirts and her charms on her necklace would slide down her cleavage and had the habit of fishing them out. She and I got along fine. Like me, she was working where she could get a job and a job that paid well enough.

    We had lunch and she asked me to come over on Saturday for dinner. Her apartment was nice, in a well maintained complex. Her ex-husband paid alimony and with her job she lived decently well. We had wine, she had music on, we had conversation, but it was hard to get away from work. She had dinner in the oven, a casserole. Our conversation had died down and she came over to me and said for me to let her see my dick. That we had time, maybe I would like a blow job before dinner.

    I was stunned, in spite of not being exactly innocent, I had never been propositioned directly. She was insistent and she got down on the carpet and she gave me a blow job. She told me that she was going to tease me because she wanted the mother load for after dinner. For those twenty minutes until the casserole was ready she sat on the carpet and stroked and would suck my dick on and off.

    Dinner was good, we talked and she took my hand from time to time and told me that the hardest thing about being single again was not getting any and that she was looking forward to just getting a good fuck and then we could watch a movie. She didn't let me help clean up, she was quick, she had put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and she grabbed my hand and said come and eat my pussy.

    Her bedroom was pretty much a woman's bedroom, no television and heavy curtains. I was still looking around the room and she had gotten on the bed and laid back and opened her legs. See, no panties, she said, you could have fucked me anytime. Truthfully, right then I didn't know what to do. She was working her hands between her legs, not touching her pussy, but all around her thighs. I got on the end of the bed and I went down. Her pussy was wet, it was very wet, and after a few moments I was into it and she let me eat her while she played with her clit.

    She grabbed me by the hair and told me to go ahead and fuck her. She wasn't even undressed, and neither was I, I just got my pants far enough down with my shoes still on and I fucked her. Too much excitement and I finished pretty quickly, before she was able to have an orgasm. She took my clothes off, and took all of her clothes off, and we got in the bed and while she sucked on my dick she fingered herself into an orgasm.

    This woman was from California, and she told me about her wild days before she met her husband, and her wild days while she was married. She wasn't a sex addict, she was just a woman who enjoyed sex and had very few inhibitions. She was pretty much into anything that spiced things up. She liked being naked, and she liked having her breast played with. She gave me permission to do anal, but that is not my thing. We bathed together, and we had sex together, we went to the movies and we had dinner out and she prepared dinner in. She had toys, which she showed me one day, but said that as long as she had a live one, she wasn't really in need of playing with her toys.

    All in all, for many months we got along fine. At work people knew we were seeing each other, but no one cared.

    Time worked against us and after a while the steam went out of the balloon, we remained friends, but the sex came to an end. She was not going to get into a new relationship that put her alimony in jeopardy and I didn't want a commitment. I made friends with another woman, and she joked about me bringing her over for some fun together, but that never happened.

    All in all, she helped me more than anything to get my sense of being back. This helped me with my job performance and it helped me get back on track with my life. I have told her that she is good therapy.

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    Straight Male / 37

    I agreed to marry her so that she could stay here. She is nice, and comes from a good upbringing. My thing was, we are not really married. That's the point. Except in her mind and her family's mind.

    This Latina thing is also got to go. I don't need her, and her mother, and her sisters, all being overly nice to me. If anyone should be nice to me it is her. And sorry, under the circumstances of our marriage we should never have gone to visit her mother. And another thing, since when is it not ok to have sex with your wife at her mother's house. If she is serious about being a wife, then that includes in bed, and it doesn't really matter whose house we are in. I don't need her mother and her sisters all nice, I need her to get up close and personal and show me why she is the wife.

    So I've been hooked. OK, mistake made. But if she is going to be the wife, I need her to be the wife where I live. And I need it often. She has her week off, and I understand if she has the flu. But otherwise, Latina or not, I need that gift she has between her legs. And a little loving on the manhood before she turns onto her back would be appreciated too.

    And, I am not looking forward to having her mother come and visit. Where I come from, the mother in law comes for a weekend, not a month. I know I'm hooked. In my house I don't want to hear Spanish all the time. Why should I sit in my house and not understand what she is saying? Bla, bla, bla.

    I should not have married a Colombian. And I guess by default, her mother and her sisters.



    #39907 — Comments (3) — Apr 6, 2018 at 11:12 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 34

    During the summer of 2011 I went to Milan on a three month assignment for my company. Single and horny, and with a bit of cash, I was guaranteed, in my mind only, that I would get me some really good Italian girl and I would have the time of my life. But that did not happen.

    What happened is that I met this American girl. I will call her Samantha. She was there on her semester abroad. She was not Italian looking at all, rather very American, a rugby player in college, with broad shoulders and strong legs, a pretty face and solid chest. She looked, walked and talked like a rugby player. Nothing prim or petite about her. I didn't even make the first move.

    I met her because she was rooming in the same building I was in and we ran across each other on the way in or the way out. One night, after dark and after dinner she came to my room and knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted company. She was in shorts and a tight top and no bra. She got right to the point. She said that she had been there for seven weeks and had not been laid. I could help her and she could help me. She wanted to get laid.

    Her immediate next question, even before I had a chance to answer, was "show me your dick". I stood in my room, I had not said a word. She repeated for me to show her my dick, she said she did not do guys who had not been cut. She just drew the line, show her I was properly circumcised, before she took her clothes off, she had to make sure that she would let me put my dick in her mouth or her hole. I unzipped my pants to show her.

    She got undressed, nothing seductive or fancy, she just got naked. She asked me if I gave oral to a girls. She said she would suck my dick, but she was there to get laid. She turned down the bed, got on her back, fixed the pillow under the head and spread open her legs. Unbelievably I could not react, I could not get hard, I stayed limp. She asked me if I was gay, she thought all guys wanted pussy. She tried sucking my dick, but other than a half erection, I never got hard.

    She got dressed and told me I was a waste of time.

    After she left, after I laid in my bed, I got an erection. The type of erection I usually get. I ended up masturbating that night. When I saw her she would say hello and a couple of times she asked how my silly willy was doing.

    I returned to the States from my assignment in Milan never having met or much less tried with an Italian girl. I was completely and hopelessly taken by Sam. All I thought about was Sam. I took the initiative and went up to Indiana and went to her college and looked her up. She was embarrassed that I had come. It was fall by then and I went to see her play rugby. I had a hard on watching her. She was all muscle, hard on the field. When the game was over she came and sat beside me and asked me what I wanted. I told her I wanted another chance. She pointed to a girl down the sideline standing with the coach. She told me that was my competition.

    I took her to my hotel room, I took her clothes off. I didn't let her do it. I put my hand between her legs. I asked her to suck my dick. I got down on her and ate her pussy. I fucked her pussy and she got wet. Then I pulled out and fucked her ass. She didn't expect that, but I managed to get my dick in up to my balls and finish her off like that. I kept her head down with my hand on her neck and told her she was my bitch.

    She told me once was enough. I told her if she got out of line I would make her a bitch again. Now that we have the proper perspective on who does who, things are working out fine. She makes great pancakes on Sunday morning and she is coaching girls sports at our Junior High. She put in an order for one of her own and we working on that.

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    Straight Male / 29

    Need Help..

    I'm 29, Straight male.

    For sometime now, I'm attracted to a 9 year old girl. I don't know what to do.

    She lost her older brother in an accident before she was born, and maybe that is a reason, she is very attached to me.
    Her father and my father are friends.

    I meet her about twice a week. During dinner, she always asks me to go outside the apartment with her, and we sit on the stairs having food, where she is sharing stories and telling me secrets when we are alone.

    There are other kids nearby, but when no elders are around, she hugs me and asks me to carry her.


    I am supposed to see her as a kid (well she is a kid) or at best a sister who is longing for a brother.
    I am getting married in a couple of weeks to someone I'm not even attracted to. I seriously feel like a mad man.

    I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I should be feeling attracted to the girl I'm about to marry and not a 9 year old girl.
    I don't think I can live like this. Death is got to be better than living a screwed up life, right?

    I can never do anything wrong to a kid. Two weeks back, she was asking me the meaning to the word ''Fuck"'
    I asked her, do you know how babies are made? She said ''No''
    I was very tempted to tell her the meaning and maybe kissing her. (It was like evil talking in my ear)
    But, I somehow held back and told her, ''I can't tell you. You'll learn about it when you grow up''

    I hate my self. I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I'm trying to choose between living or dying. I will not be and can never be the one who took away the innocence of a child. I know there are many people who say they hate kids. But I love children. I care for them very much. I believe in guiding them in the right way, because they are literally our future. But this the only girl with whom I feel this way.

    You may think I'm not strong. But I am. But this feeling haunts me everyday. Living has become a daily battle.


    Guys.. Please comment.. I need help.. Please tell me what to do or what you feel..

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    Straight Male / 29

    Need Help..

    I'm 29, Straight male.

    For sometime now, I'm attracted to a 9 year old girl. I don't know what to do.

    She lost her older brother in an accident before she was born, and maybe that is a reason, she is very attached to me.
    Her father and my father are friends.

    I meet her about twice a week. During dinner, she always asks me to go outside the apartment with her, and we sit on the stairs having food, where she is sharing stories and telling me secrets when we are alone.

    There are other kids nearby, but when no elders are around, she hugs me and asks me to carry her.


    I am supposed to see her as a kid (well she is a kid) or at best a sister who is longing for a brother.
    I am getting married in a couple of weeks to someone I'm not even attracted to. I seriously feel like a mad man.

    I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I should be feeling attracted to the girl I'm about to marry and not a 9 year old girl.
    I don't think I can live like this. Death is got to be better than living a screwed up life, right?

    I can never do anything wrong to a kid. Two weeks back, she was asking me the meaning to the word ''Fuck"'
    I asked her, do you know how babies are made? She said ''No''
    I was very tempted to tell her the meaning and maybe kissing her. (It was like evil talking in my ear)
    But, I somehow held back and told her, ''I can't tell you. You'll learn about it when you grow up''

    I hate my self. I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I'm trying to choose between living or dying. I will not be and can never be the one who took away the innocence of a child. I know there are many people who say they hate kids. But I love children. I care for them very much. I believe in guiding them in the right way, because they are literally our future. But this the only girl with whom I feel this way.

    You may think I'm not strong. But I am. But this feeling haunts me everyday. Living has become a daily battle.

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    Straight Male / 47

    I had finished college and was trying to get into grad school. I took a job on campus and was living in a duplex. Next door lived a woman with a cat. She was in her early forties, worked for the county in the tax collection office. I was sitting on the stoop with a beer passing time. She came home from work and saw me and stepped over to ask me how I was doing. When she turned to go into her duplex, she said over her shoulder that anytime I wanted to play with her pussy I could. I laughed and said I didn't really care for cats. Her answer was that there was more than one kind of pussy.

    Several days later she knocked on the door and said she had prepared too much dinner and if I wanted a hot meal to come over. I never thought about the incident earlier that week, I just thought she had made too much food. Her place was nicely decorated in a feminine sort of way. It was all soft and she apologized that she didn't have a big dick chair for me. She served me some iced tea, and told me that dinner would be ready in a few minutes and we set down to talk, or rather to answer questions. She inquired or interrogated me asking a lot of questions about my personal relationships. She told me she had been married a long time ago but he had run off with the cashier at the Wynn Dixie.

    She set the table like my grandmother, with knives, forks, spoons, placemats. She said she didn't have company that often and certainly not a man to serve. She leaned over when she said that, something about how she had been born, she just had the other sort of equipment, sort of like that light switch over there, you want to plug in the light but you never think of the wall wanting to get plugged.

    The dinner was good, it was a chicken pot pie, and it was good. She served me twice, telling me that she liked to watch a man eat. She hinted that she had something special for desert. Something she was sure a man like me would like. She asked me to guess, what would a man like me really like for desert? I went through apple pie, chocolate cake, brownies, vanilla ice cream, but all she said was nope. She leaned over again and said she had something much better, she had pussy pie for me, and I could eat as much as I wanted because it didn't have any calories, and after I finished eating I could plug in the light.

    I sat at the table while she picked up, she finished washing the dishes while I drank a cup of coffee. She dried her hands on her apron and walked over and lifted her dress up and she was bare naked underneath. She had cleaned off the table and she took the coffee cup out of my hand and worked her way between me and the table and sat down and pulled her dress up over her knees and spread her legs and told me that I could eat as much pussy pie as I wanted.

    I stared, I still have that image in my mind, those were the days when a woman didn't mow her lawn, she let me look for a while, I don't know, a minute maybe. Her next comment was that she had fixed that dinner and she had fed me and she wanted my big dick, but first she wanted me to eat her pussy pie. With my head down all I could think of was bobbing for apples when I was in cub scouts, I held my breath and went in.

    Her pie was so delicious, moist and warm, and she presented in such a manner that I couldn't get my fill. She counted the minutes and when I came up for air, she would count to three and down I went again. Until I came up for air and grabbing me by the hair she told me to go ahead and give her that bid dick of mine, just shove it in and light her up. I fucked her on the kitchen table, the same table she had set so nicely for dinner, I fucked her with all my might, until I was done and she said she liked cream in her pussy.

    For all the time I lived in that duplex I ate dinner with her. I thought that as at 23 I had fucked all I could fuck, that I knew all about things to do with a woman, but I was wrong. She had lots of tricks up her sleeve, whether it was being my maid, or my teacher, or my mother, she always had a game to play, like the day she got down on her hands and knees and pretended to look for a book on the bottom shelf, with her dress up high, and her full womanhood screaming at me to get fucked.

    With that lady I grew up. I hate to admit it, but finding another lady like her has not been a successful hunt. Half the time when I am mounted up, I am thinking of her and not the mare I have with me right them. And not to be left aside, that lady could cook.

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 47

    Everybody sins. I grew up fairly OK. When I went to college I made friends with this guy who liked to kid around, like jump on you and hold you down. He got himself on me and would ride me hard, shoving himself on me, getting my pants down, until one day he got what wanted and told me victory was his.

    He went to Belize where his parents had a house. He told me to come down. It was sex all day long, by then I knew how to lay down, how to let him do what he wanted, how to be prepared for him. I stayed there with him for four months. When I told him I was going back to finish college he treated me like a traitor.

    I went back, managed to get back in to college and finished up. I met a girl at my first job, she was all sorts of different. She came from a small town in Louisiana, she wore jeans and cowboy boots when she wasn't at work, she liked going to C&W clubs, she liked having her pants pulled down and getting fucked with her boots on while she kneeled and held herself up on her elbows. She was fairly possessive, overly jealous. If she thought I was loosing interest, she responded by being overly woman, cleaning my apartment, getting my laundry done, and giving blow jobs.

    That affair lasted a year and half.

    I met this other girl, she was 24. She came from a Catholic family, she was big into church. I didn't really know she was a virgin. Once she had sex she had to get married and fast, the sin was more than she could take. I never loved her, but I married her and once married she did what she had been taught to do, she had kids and I found myself with a mortgage, a wife, three kids. Catholic girls don't get divorced. I know now that when she got married she didn't love me either, it is just that she was Catholic and she had sex, and if she was married then she was going to have kids. Anyway she is still my wife.

    I took a job that made more money, I needed it, but it required lots of travel. I was gone 180 days a year, but she could stay home and raise the kids. When I got home from a long trip, she fixed a home cooked dinner, had something planned with the kids, got them off to bed and got naked and would lay spread eagled out on the bed. No blow job, no kissing, no rubbing, just fuck her and get it out of the way. Catholic girls are into duty, she never has been a lover.

    I got a lover ten years into the marriage. She was an Irish girl, with freckles and red hair. After being married for ten years to a Hispanic Catholic girl, with deep dark hair and brown eyes and black big bush, fucking an Irish girl with green eyes, red hair and a wispy light red bush, her pussy lips clearly visible, it was like having a treat. But the Irish girl was also a Catholic, just not so inclined, until she got pregnant. Catholic girls get pregnant. They are programmed to get pregnant. Created a huge mess, having those two girls arguing over child support, day care, watching the baby, it was a good thing that I had a job that kept me on the road, I let them figure it out. Four kids, three with dark hair, mother's looks, and this literally little red haired step child, with bright green eyes. Turns out that my grandmother Scott heritage came out.

    During those years I fucked them both. One would lay out like a duty bound doll, the other would suck till she got me to cum, liked having it hard, the other was all duty, one was ashamed to have me look at her pussy, the other would pull up her skirt and show me what she had waiting for me that night. Two Catholic girls, one Hispanic, the other one Irish, who loved/hated each other but made sure that if I wasn't with one, I was with the other. And that cute, beautiful little red headed child. Her eyes lit up the room, and she knew it.

    But things started to change as I got older. I met an Englishman in the bar at a hotel in Hong Kong. He put on a press, got me up to his room, and at fifty I sucked him hard, and I remembered well my days in college and I got back into the habit. Today I am friends with a man who I met at a civic affair, he owns and runs a garage door franchise, he is the man in charge and I am his suckling pig like I was in college. Good thing I am no longer traveling. My wife and my Irish girlfriend are even more Catholic now. The two of them get along, I don't think they believe they should, but that is what their fate is, to be together as friends. I don't get any sex from them now, they are both of the opinion they did their duty, they had the babies. So I go out and have a few beers, play a round of golf, and get together with my friend and we have some man friend time. Back to basics, back to the times with my friend from college.

    That is my life's passage, the sins of your past come back to you, you got to do what you like. It is a good cover to have a friend that likes to play golf.

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    Straight Male / 47

    I was in the sixth grade and she was in the fifth grade. We were friends because our fathers knew each other. On the particular weekend her father invited my father to go out with him to see some land. He told my dad that he was taking Stephanie and maybe I should come along. We left around noon, stopped at a roadside café for lunch and arrived at our destination around two o'clock. Following them around was boring. There was a pond there and her father told us if we wanted we could stay there and maybe go swimming, but to be careful.

    We hung around and it was hot and she said that we should go swimming and I said we had not brought a bathing suit, and she said not to be such a sissy, we would go in our underwear. She embarrassed me into taking off my clothes except my underwear and then she got out of her clothes except for her panties. We held hands and walked into the pond. The water was cold, and we stepped carefully, bit by bit until we had to dunk under water and stand up.

    My underpants, those famous all embarrassing boy whitey tidy underwear clung to me and my penis, she laughed and said it was one thing she didn't have to worry about. We swam around for a good while, she wanted to be held with my arms around her chest, and she leaned back and kicked while I held her. She turned around and wrapped her legs around my waist holding on with her hands around my neck. I could feel myself get an erection, she held on tighter and asked me if she could see it.

    We stood up, the water wasn't that deep and my erection was pushing hard against my underwear. I let her see and she held it with her hand. She asked me if I liked girls, she wanted to be my girlfriend. We slunk back down so we were underwater out to our necks and she held on with one arm and held my penis with her other hand. She asked me to repeat after her, that I promised never to let another girl grab my dick.

    After a while we got cold and decided to go lay out on the grass, she lay beside me holding my hand, catching the sun. Her panties were wet and tight on her, her unmistakable slit clearly marked. I asked what it felt like to have a pussy and she said she didn't know. What did it feel like to have a dick? She then turned and got on me, straddling me with her legs, her hands on my chest and her face on her hands. She looked at me, she asked me to hold her, to put my arms around her waist and hold her and she lay her head on my chest.

    By the time our father's returned, which was a little over an hour later we had dried off enough to dress. When her father came up she kissed him and told him that I had agreed to be her boyfriend so I could come over whenever I wanted.

    I rode my bike to see her, drove my mother's car to see her when I got my DL, she was always given permission to go with me, wherever we went. We didn't have sex until we were senior and junior in high school, and she laid on me afterwards and put her hands on my chest and laid her face on her hands and asked that I hold her tight.

    We have been married twenty two years now, and every year it is the same, I fall in love with her one more time.

    She is also a terrific Mom.

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    Straight Male / 52

    I was in college and to make some extra money I would mow lawns in the residential part of town. This lady owned about an acre of ground, she had her big house and detached garage with a garage apartment on it. She rented the place to this 30ish woman who managed a Christian book store.

    There was nothing particular about this woman, she was ordinary, she dressed conservatively, never exposing anything and she had a hard look on her face. But when I came to mow the lawn she would step out and bring me a glass of cold home made lemonade. That afternoon, it was hot, and I was in shorts and had taken off my shirt and she was standing there and I was drinking the lemonade, and she said in a whisper that maybe I could help her, some papers had fallen behind her bureau and she couldn't get to them and if I could help her after I finished mowing the lawn.

    I went up there innocently enough, I left my shoes on the landing, and went up barefoot, and she was waiting for me, she had changed and had on a pair of shorts, and a peasant blouse. I had never noticed, but she had a fairly good sized rack, and she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were all over the place as she moved. I went into her bedroom, which was all made up, very much a woman's room, nothing on the floor, everything looked like a magazine. Her bureau was large, one of those antiques that weigh a ton. I worked hard to move it, I had to take out all her drawers, one of which contained all her underwear, which she exclaimed that it was the first time a man had seen those. Oh well, too late.

    I got the bureau moved and found her papers, which she took and thanked me and stood by me as I pushed the bureau back against the wall and when I was putting the drawers back in the bureau she commented that she had one weakness, she liked frilly underpants, but, she commented, a man like me surely had pulled many a pair off of some innocent girl, so nice girly underpants were not something new to me.

    Once her room was back together, we had been in there for a long while, she laid back on her bed, and she asked me if I could guess what kind of underpants she had on. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at this woman as she lifted her blouse up exposing her breasts, these two balloons of flesh with full nipples, and she sighed and moved her body back and forth. I had been dense, stupid really, she undid the clasp on her shorts and asked me to discover her favorite pair of underpants.

    Blindness took over, she lowered her shorts bit by bit exposing a pair of pink panties, and when she had her shorts down to her knees she asked me to uncover her sweetness as she pushed the top of her panties down exposing her pubic hair. I would lie if I didn't say that I was just about fully erect, still unbelieving what was going on, like a robot I pulled her shorts off and then rolled her panties down as she took her top off and she was laying in front of me totally naked. In short breath she ordered me to take off my shirt and shorts and show her how I wanted to mow her lawn.

    When I was standing there naked in front of her, she sat up and took my erection in her hand and put it straight in her mouth and proceeded to stroke me and get me to the point where it was hard to stand up. She leaned back and opened her legs and said to show her what I was made of, to just fuck her until I came.

    It is just that I can't get over her breasts, they were the best I had ever seen. So full, so round, her nipples stood out, he legs were tight around me, she bucked while I fucked, she held my head and made me kiss her, she said things, she asked to be fucked. When I was done she held me tight on top of her, telling me not to spoil the moment for her, she just wanted to hold a man between her legs, to feel her breasts against my chest, to feel my face in her neck, and she asked to just fuck her again.

    She cooked a meal, she wore her panties and her top, her breast flowing under her shirt, her nipples hard against the fabric, she asked me to sit without a shirt on, in my boxers and while we ate she reached under the table and held on to my dick, telling me that is what made a man, she slid her chair back and leaned over and put my dick in her mouth and sucked hard.

    After dinner, and she had cleaned up, I was sitting on her sofa, she came into the living room, slipped off her top, lowered her panties and kicked them off, sat in the chair in front of me and put her legs over the arms and told me to come and eat my desert and then fuck her again.

    I mowed the old ladies lawn that summer and the next, in the fall I came to rake leaves, in the winter to make sure everything was in order. And when I was done I went up to see the Christian book store lady. I know I was young, that there were hundreds of girls on campus, but I was horny for her, in bed at night I would dream about her breasts, under her shirt without a bra, and fuck my pillow. I never dreamt about any of the college girls like that.

    I won't say that I was one to have had hundreds of girls, that would be a lie. But I have had experience with a couple of dozen, before and after, but in my mind that woman will always be my best fuck. She just plain liked it, she knew what she liked, and she was not afraid to ask. That woman liked to fuck.

    #39703 — Comments (0) — Mar 19, 2018 at 8:52 AM — That's Juicy! (25) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 48

    I retired with some assets. I had to get organized so I went to this financial services firm recommended by a friend and hired them. My financial advisor is a woman in her late forties. I don't want to say that she was interested because of the money, but I really don't understand how a man of my age has a woman twenty years younger who offers herself to have sex.

    I thought I was over all that, I am totally done with the whole chase and catch routine.

    For example, I live alone in a nice condo in the nicer part of town. I worked for it and I own it. She comes over to make sure that everything is ok with me. She insists on cooking, which I must give her credit for that, she is a great cook and she knows how to serve. For her, I can either sit on the bar stool at the kitchen counter and talk to her or go watch television while she cleans up, but she doesn't want any help in the kitchen.

    The other day, a Saturday, she came over. My cleaning service had come that week and she came back from the bathroom and she told me that they didn't do a good job. Next thing I know I find her on her knees cleaning the shower stall. She had her rear end to me, her shorts were a little too tight and I saw her unmistakable woman parts clearly marked. I stood and watched, as she bent down further and her legs opened up, her woman parts were so clearly marked. I felt I was getting an erection. She turned to me, with that smile looking up to me, on her knees with her backside clearly visible, and she laughed.

    When it was all over and I was in my easy chair watching television she came over and asked me what was wrong. I am too old to keep quiet and I told her that her ass had made me think of the old days. She got me to confess, to tell her I could see her woman parts clearly. She said nothing, she just got down on her knees between my legs and gave me a blow job. My wife died fifteen years ago, and she never gave me a blow job. I responded, to my surprise.

    She stood and told me to follow and she went to the bedroom, took off her shorts and underwear and got on the bed on her hands and knees and bent down and asked me if I could see her woman parts. She turned to me with her laugh and said "pay me".

    Damn, I am too old for this.

    #39626 — Comments (4) — Mar 12, 2018 at 8:44 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
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