THE SEXUAL LIFE OF AN 85 YEAR-OLD LADY.

THE SEXUAL LIFE OF AN 85 YEAR-OLD LADY.

  First of all I will say that sexual love has no age since youth for women and men are alive ...

  The story that I am going to tell you is real. It was told  me by the protagonist himself who is my friend for some years.

  The lawyer peered through the mists of cigarette smoke and saw an aging Lady staring at him. She was flirtatious, with curly hair up to her shoulders and discreetly make-up. She tooked up the drink looking at him that almost made winks.

   He did not admit doubts.The lawyer responded by raising his glass with whiskey black label and she followed it up raising his with something that looked like an orangeade.

  Without further ado the Lady approached his side and said in a slightly cascading yet seductive voice:

   -I'm Rosenda. I've been watching you since you entered the premises.

  - I am Mr. X. And you have also called my attention, especially your smile. You're not-and forgive me the question-one that is looking for young men paying money for at least something warm their bed for a night.

  Rosenda smiled mischievously.

  - Sometimes I had to do it to some handsome gigolo whose power of erection depends on the money that I pay him. I'm sure, according to my experience with men that you are not one of them, you are vulnerable and lack of affection, or I'm wrong?

  The lawyer hesitated for a moment to respond, he was not sure. He told her that he had been divorced for a month. That his ex had caught him having sex with girls in his office - with pictures and everything - and she proposed a divorce. He could only stayed for himself with a house with a garden, a lot to sell and his luxury car. he child they had in common was in joint custody.And now I was alone.

   I was not exactly looking for a sexual partner. The trauma of the divorce had not yet overcome it.

  - To tell you the truth would be the first time that a lady much older than me...

   -Do you know how old I am?"- She said.Mr. X, he knew that about age had to be careful with a lady. But Rosenda interrupted her thoughts.

  -I'm 85 years old, although it seems less, but I still have the energy and libido of my young years.I like to take it still and that they treat me like a little girl as if it were the first time, with care but with a little rudeness.

  The lawyer was excited by this last. Never had a woman of that age spoken to him like that.

  - Good. Do not talk anymore. We go to my house that today is a free day for my maid and nobody bothers us. Do you have a car? I say this because I see that you have drunk a few glasses of whiskey and it is not advisable to drive ... Better I drive in mine and then I bring you here again, when we are finished. In agreement?

  The lawyer was surrounded by a storm of emotions and let himself be dragged by the Lady to the door of the Club.He usually did not let himself be bossed by a woman but this Lady had something special, something that attracted him sexually.

  The car was expensive brand. Rosenda led him to a house with a lush garden and good care. It looked like a wealthy lady.

  -I tell you something before entering. I have been a widow three times and I have no offspring. I have not remarried because I will lose the pension of my deceased husbands who, incidentally, were not athletes in our bed.

   They entered a large room with a large, well-spread bed. The lawyer threw himself into bed to dissipate the effects of alcohol.Rosenda lay down next to him and expertly tucked her under the fly and took out the semi-erect penis of the lawyer and started a felatio in its full potential.

  -Put the condom. Here are several on my bedside table.

  He undressed and in the semi-darkness of the bedroom said:

  -Golp me the buttocks and peep me carefully. I'm naturally wet, without lubricant.And screamed, meowing with pleasure.

- Get me hard. Get me hard. My bull of Lidia. Go, strong, strong. Ahh. Yes. Ahh. Yes.

  The Lawyer was overheating and about to ejaculate but she restrained him by slowing down movements.

  -Wait. Wait. Not so fast. Enjoy the moment.

  The lawyer obeyed but it was already in the preambles that you can not stop the emission of semen and said:

  - Oh, I'm done, I'm finished!

  Rosenda, seeing what was coming, shouted:

  - Come on my macho! Give me my love!

  The two finished the act and both fell asleep until the next day.

  When the Lawyer saw up close and without the effluvia of alcohol and saw the wrinkled skin of the old woman who could not stand a surgical rejuvenation anymore he told himself.

  -But what have I done? 

  - It was very nice last night. You behaved like a Bull-But what have I done?-she said.

   The lawyer did not know what to say. They exchanged telephone numbers. She dressed with a new dress after a bath, perfume, creams and lipstick.

  She took him to the door of the Club where his car was. They said goodbye with a kiss on the cheeks,

  -."I'll call you," said Rosenda.

  The lawyer thought that everything had been crazy but some mechanism of which the women know had been stirred up in him and the Lady stayed in his mind.

  That same afternoon Rosenda called the lawyer and he ran or rather led as soon as possible to the house of the Lady.

  Some women, no matter how old, retain the glory of younger times until their death.

  It is not true that old women lose libido with age but sublimate remembering loved ones who went to the afterlife or take refuge in a religion, this time with faith.

How to make a perfect fellatiio according to a known Madame TOULOUSE LAUTREC ,MANET PICTURES

TOULOUSE LAUTREC ,MANET PICTURES

HOW TO MAKE A PERFECT FELLATIO ACCORDING TO A KNOWN MADAME.

  The Doctor had recently been elected director of a clinic in Montevideo. He was the first to see the patients. In this place, three stories high and in a neighborhood of wealthy people, several treatments were offered, among other things to rejuvenate.

  The clientele increased in number day by day and the Doctor had to call the owner who was Argentine and owned a similar establishment in his country.

   One day a very famous client appeared. Blonde, wrapped in a leather suit, speaking slowly and sweetly, accustomed to dealing with prominent politicians, famous artists and well-to-do people.

   Sisi was the owner of the most famous brothel in the city. The doctor had seen her before in television interviews and had her own radio show late at night. She faced calmly, without losing her composure, psychologists, sociologists, religious and vigilantes of the morals of others. Nobody took her out of their boxes. SHe defended prostitution as an inevitable profession - the oldest in the world, as they said.

  She argued that she did not like to see girls in the streets exercising her work under the surveillance of a "pimp", drugged and exploited. No, they had to work freely in their luxury brothel as God intended.

  The Doctor indicated an anal Ozone Therapy treatment which she underwent for 20 sessions to reaffirm her skin after the eighth surgery that had been done.

  Later in the re consultation praised the treatment. She said that now she slept well and that her skin was smoother than ever. And she showed the Argentine Doctor and the director, his pointy breasts and the absence of fat on his waist-she had already had several liposuctions-and invited them to her brothel.

  -Look that I have new girls, precious as virgins, who will give everything their own. And you're going to have a great time.

  Both Doctors remained silent for a moment. Seeing them hesitantly added:

  - Are you married men?

  -Yes- they both told her.

  - Then we have to wait for a while when the monotony of their women makes them long for a young woman's body. For now I do not insist.

    Years passed and the Doctor did not see her again. But her presence in the media always caused curiosity, even among the women who admired her for her good words, her culture, her charisma and her embalmed beauty.

   When the doctor moved to the fashionable spa a neighbor who knew Madame Sisi, told him how, from his position in a famous hotel where he worked, he watched Sisi give lectures to the rich women attending.

  With a big dildo in he painted hands she taught them how to make a true fellatio to their husbands. His lips and tongue slid down the artifact as if she were with a real male member. Attentive rich women, with a similar dildo each, followed their maneuvers carefully.

  Occasionally a waiter would come in with the snacks the women ordered-usually strawberry and chocolate ice cream, to moisten her lips. No shame or bourgeois prudishness. Those women attacked the dildo as if they were in full swing.

  - That is so that their husbands do not go to look for another one in the street. First whores in bed and then saints among the people.

  The Doctor's neighbor witnessed these lessons almost every night except Mondays.

  Then time passed and he did not know more about Madame Sisi. The last thing he heard was that she was selling the brothel but nobody was interested.

  Lately he saw her on TV. Her body could not resist plastic surgery anymore. Hier wrinkled skin and hesitant hips called for a retreat.

  The Doctor never forgot the words she said in the clinic:

  -If you lose your job with the economic crisis that is coming, call me at my house. I have relationships with former clients who now have positions in the Government and can help you.

                                                        Dr   Orlando Vicente Álvarez
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STUDIENTS AND A HORSE GIRL FOR MONEY

STUDENTS AND HORSE GIRL FOR MONEY.

       When we were in the School to the Field, men of 7th grade - I was just 12 or 13 years old - a young guajiro from the region appeared very stealthily with a filly mare in heat.He rented it for 50 cents - roughly ½ dollar today - for having sex with the beast, which stayed tranquilized as if they caressed it or simply touched it. 
      He did not flinch.The teenagers lined up as they slipped the filly-horse girl's haunch around the hostel windows. And so the young peasant went from window to window to collect as 20 pesos, good salary for a peasant in those times at the beginning of the Castro Revolution.
    The filly was calm, dripping a white substance all over her leg.The young people slept satisfied the night and said that sex with the mare was the sweetest they had ever enjoyed.
    The next day the students who came from the countryside to the city to study told us that the chivas gave better sex than the mares, because as they were afraid of the water, they would flee from a basin of water that was placed in front of them, so the boy did not have to move, the goat in her fear did all the work.