A knock on the door woke Kim from a deep sleep. She glanced at her phone. It was only 7 a.m., which was way too early given that her last customer hadn’t left until 3 a.m. She rolled over to sleep again, but the knock sounded once again. Grumbling, she got up and pulled a towel around her naked body. As she stumbled to the door, she felt a moderate soreness in her knees, which she assumed was due to the business of the pr...

I was on my second set, third rep at a sitting chest press machine when I happened to lock eyes with one of the grannies in a nearby aerobic class. She smiled and, I swear, licked her bright red lips. I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. She resumed exercising, but not before looking back over her shoulder and winking. I sprung an instant boner. First a little about me. I’m one of those pathetic Gen-Zs who have finishe...

My wife had been having yoga lessons at home since June with a very handsome hippy type guy. The lessons always followed the same routine. One hour, the instructor sat in one corner of our living room almost like a statue, chanting out instructions of what my wife should do. Pleasant yoga type music in the background and incense burning. He never moved, he just sat there, watching. In early July the yoga instructor announ...

“Happy forty-fifth birthday! Hope you find that special someone this year.” Over the course of her one-and-a-half-hour flight from Manhattan to Charleston, West Virginia, Jeanette Polski read and re-read the birthday card from her mom. Paradoxically, it both touched and annoyed Jeannette. She was happily single. Of course, a life of celibacy wasn’t something Jeanette strived for. Dateless during her high school years, she...

England, May 2023. Gareth the Pistol, she always called her dear friend who was the ninth Earl of Lisburne. Now aged twenty-seven, he had succeeded the eighth Earl in 2015 at the age of twenty from the Lord Lieutenant of Cardiganshire, and Lady Penelope had the impression that his family owned half of South Wales. He was a typical Welshman, tall, body like a rugby player, with a wonderful singing voice. His hair was a mas...

My wife, Tina and I are both in our sixties. We are physically very fit and active. The difference between us is that she is a sexual dynamo and still a total knockout. She has a very athletic body, long legs, nice butt, small hips with a flat stomach. That body is complemented by a set of very large pendulous breasts. Of course at her age, they sag quite a bit. Nevertheless, I catch men staring at them all the time, even...

Lola led me inside and up to her bedroom, my cock was still semi-hard, I was still wearing her knickers, but they barely contained my swollen member. When we got to her room, she pulled her dress off, then removed her bra, leaving her standing naked in front of me. Her boobs were even bigger than I had imagined, with big, dark areola. She had a bit of a belly, but I love that, and her groin was covered in a mass of dark,...

Maria took me by the hand and I was led inside and then upstairs to her bedroom where we started to kiss passionately. Maria started to undress me. First, she opened my shirt, one button at a time, her hands caressed my chest once she had my shirt open. then pushed it off over my arms. Then my curvy mature lover unbuckled my belt, followed by the top button of my trousers which, with a swift tug, were down round my ankles...

Mary was in her late sixties and I'd been working for her for quite some time. She was a very friendly lady, and I often had a cuppa with her in her kitchen. One day, I’d started a bit earlier than usual and gave a knock on the door to let her know I was there. She answered the door in her dressing gown. “You’re early,” she said, “I’m not even dressed yet.” I apologized and offered to come back later. “Don't be silly," sh...

It was mid-August, and the UK was in the middle of a heatwave. The country had been baked by unusually hot temperatures for the last three days, and Carole was sick of it. She stood in her dressing gown by the washing machine waiting for the cycle to end so she could hang the clothes out. Gazing from her kitchen window at the yellow overgrown lawn and wilting plants. She wasn't green-fingered at all so the garden was a me...

I've known Aunt Maria for many years, she's been Mum's best friend for as long as I can remember. She'd often be at our house for coffee mornings and occasionally visited us at our caravan. As a teenager, I often had to take myself somewhere private for a wank when she'd been over. Her big boobs always flashed plenty of cleavage and she always wore long flowing dresses. On a few occasions, I'd seen her in her one-piece sw...