Erotica

As I made circular motions on your clit using my index and middle finger, I could hear her breathing get shallower. When she told me over the phone how long she had gone without sex, I found it hard to believe. Not any more. She held the shaft of the erection in one hand and with the other placed squarely on top, she made circular motions. The pleasure was so intense that within moments, my hips began to jerk in pleasure. By now, her wetness had become visible from outside her panties so I knew it was time to go a little further. Gently, I rubbed her labia up and down with my fingers and eventually slipped my middle finger to the entrance into her wetness. I played with the periphery of her hole as i continued to slide my finger deeper and deeper into her. Soon I was all the way in and I could feel my finger swimming in her juices. I could feel her tremble each time I slid in and soon I had two fingers sliding in and out of her at moderate speed. At the same time, my thumb pressed

After almost 18 months apart, our phone conversations had rekindled our passion and for the first time, I felt like I was no longer chasing her. It felt like she was mine -- the feelings felt like they were mutual. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. She had agreed to pick me up from the airport when I came back into town and we began to count days until we would see each other. As I entered into the Arrivals section of the Abuja airport, there she was -- beautiful as ever -- waiting expectantly as I tried to remain calm while I walked towards her. As we met, without so much as a hello, she wrapped her arms around me and for the first time, I could feel the swell of her soft bosom pressing against the lower part of my chest. After a cramped 7 hour flight, it felt good to be in the arms of a beautiful woman. We held hands as we walked to her car reveling in the euphoria of being reunited once again. As soon as we were seated in the car I leaned in and kissed her slowly. I savore

I've always been fascinated by beautiful successful older women -- the air of power that surrounds them is alluring to say the least. Beyond the glamor and the high-flying lifestyle lies my main attraction -- something I call the "taboo" factor. The idea of wanting to be with a much older women generally defies social convention and generally elicits unsavory gossip. For that reason, I wouldn't necessarily flaunt an older woman but I wouldn't hide her either. That value of having something that I shouldn't have keeps me enthralled -- longer than I typically am with younger, more accessible girls. With older women, there's less bullshit and with all the experiences they've had, you never know what to expect. I guess this must be the same way girls feel when they transition from having fun with boys to getting serious with men. I've read about women hitting their sexual prime in their 30s so it's strange when older men chase after teenagers -