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Tuesday, September 25, 2018
THE SEXUAL LIFE OF A 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 ...
The story that I am going to tell you is real. It was told me by the same protagonist who is a 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 her hair curled up to her shoulders and discreetly made up. The look that almost winked at him .He did not admit doubts.
The lawyer responded by raising his glass with whiskey black label and she followed it raising hers 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 in response, 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 photos and everything - and she asked for a divorce. He could only stay for himself with a house with a garden, a lot to sell and his luxury car. The child they had in common was in joint custody.
And now he was alone. He was not exactly looking for a sexual partner. The trauma of divorce had not yet overcome.
- To tell you the truth, it would be the first time that a lady much older than me was ahead of me.
"Do you know how old I am?" She said.
Mr. X, I knew that 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 her 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. Agree?
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 was seen that she was 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 put her under the fly and took out the semi-erect penis of the lawyer and began 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 penetrate me carefully. I'm naturally wet, without lubricant.
And Maulló, meowing with pleasure.
- Get me hard. Get me hard. My bull of Lidia. Go, strong, strong. Ah. Yes. Ah. Yes..
The lawyer was overheating and about to ejaculate but she restrained him by slowing down the 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 it all the love!
The two finished the act and both slept until the next day.
When the Lawyer saw her 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?
Rosenda woke up and realized the situation.
- It was very nice last night. You behaved like a real macho.
The lawyer did not know what to say. They exchanged telephone numbers. He dressed. She with a new dress after a bath, perfume, creams and lipstick.
He took him to the door of the Club where his car was. They said goodbye with "I'll call you," Rosenda said.
The lawyer thought that everything had been crazy but some mechanism of which the women know had been stirred up in him and Lady stayed in his mind.
That same evening 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 ages 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.
Rosenda and the Lawyer continued to see each other and a relationship emerged that resembled or resembled love.
The phone kept ringing with Rosenda's voice so he would never forget it. The lawyer did not bother him. I think he enjoyed it.
ORLANDO VICENTE ÁLVAREZ
--------------------------------------------
see
https://www.amazon.es/PROSTITUTAS-PROSTITUTOS-OTROS-RELATOS-SECRETOS-ebook/dp/B07HJQLR5Z/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1538004388&sr=1-1&keywords=amilcar++legazcue+vicente++prostitutas
First of all I will say that sexual love has no age since youth for women and men ...
The story that I am going to tell you is real. It was told me by the same protagonist who is a 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 her hair curled up to her shoulders and discreetly made up. The look that almost winked at him .He did not admit doubts.
The lawyer responded by raising his glass with whiskey black label and she followed it raising hers 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 in response, 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 photos and everything - and she asked for a divorce. He could only stay for himself with a house with a garden, a lot to sell and his luxury car. The child they had in common was in joint custody.
And now he was alone. He was not exactly looking for a sexual partner. The trauma of divorce had not yet overcome.
- To tell you the truth, it would be the first time that a lady much older than me was ahead of me.
"Do you know how old I am?" She said.
Mr. X, I knew that 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 her 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. Agree?
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 was seen that she was 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 put her under the fly and took out the semi-erect penis of the lawyer and began 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 penetrate me carefully. I'm naturally wet, without lubricant.
And Maulló, meowing with pleasure.
- Get me hard. Get me hard. My bull of Lidia. Go, strong, strong. Ah. Yes. Ah. Yes..
The lawyer was overheating and about to ejaculate but she restrained him by slowing down the 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 it all the love!
The two finished the act and both slept until the next day.
When the Lawyer saw her 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?
Rosenda woke up and realized the situation.
- It was very nice last night. You behaved like a real macho.
The lawyer did not know what to say. They exchanged telephone numbers. He dressed. She with a new dress after a bath, perfume, creams and lipstick.
He took him to the door of the Club where his car was. They said goodbye with "I'll call you," Rosenda said.
The lawyer thought that everything had been crazy but some mechanism of which the women know had been stirred up in him and Lady stayed in his mind.
That same evening 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 ages 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.
Rosenda and the Lawyer continued to see each other and a relationship emerged that resembled or resembled love.
The phone kept ringing with Rosenda's voice so he would never forget it. The lawyer did not bother him. I think he enjoyed it.
ORLANDO VICENTE ÁLVAREZ
--------------------------------------------
see
https://www.amazon.es/PROSTITUTAS-PROSTITUTOS-OTROS-RELATOS-SECRETOS-ebook/dp/B07HJQLR5Z/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1538004388&sr=1-1&keywords=amilcar++legazcue+vicente++prostitutas
EL ABOGADO Y LA VIDA SEXUAL DE UNA DAMA DE 85 AÑOS
EL ABOGADO
LA VIDA SEXUAL DE UNA DAMA DE 85 AÑOS
En primer lugar diré que el amor sexual no
tiene edad desde la juventud para mujeres y hombres...
La historia que les
voy a contar es real. Me la contó el protagonista mismo que es amigo desde hace
algunos años.
El abogado oteó entre las brumas que
proporcionaba el humo de los cigarrillos y vio a una Dama ya entrada en años que lo miraba fijamente. Era coqueta,
con el pelo rizado hasta los hombros y discretamente maquillada. La mirada que
casi le hacía guiños No admitía dudas.
El abogado le respondió alzando su vaso con
whisky de etiqueta negra y ella lo
segundó alzando el suyo con algo que
parecía una naranjada.
Sin más preámbulo la Dama se acercó a su lado
y le dijo con voz un poco cascada pero
seductora aun:
-Soy Rosenda. Te he estado observando desde
que entraste al local.
-Yo soy Mr. X y también me has llamado la
atención, sobre todo tu sonrisa. No eres –y perdóname la pregunta- una que
busca hombres jóvenes pagando dinero para al menos para algo caliente su cama por una noche.
Rosenda sonrió con picardía.
- A veces he tenido que hacerlo a algún
gigolo apuesto cuya potencia de erección depende del dinero que le pague. Estoy
segura, según mi experiencia con hombres que vos no eres uno de ellos, Se te
vulnerable y falta de cariño, o me
equivoco.
El abogado dudó por unos instantes en
responder, no estaba seguro. Le contó que se había divorciado hacia un mes. Que
su ex lo había pillado teniendo sexo con chicas en su oficina- con fotos y
todo- y le planteó el divorcio. El solo pudo quedarse para sí con una casa con jardín, un terreno para vender
y su auto de lujo. El niño que tenían en común quedaba en custodia compartida.
Y ahora estaba solo. No buscaba precisamente
una compañera sexual. El trauma del divorcio aun no lo había superado.
- Para decirte la verdad sería la primera vez
que se me adelante una dama mucho mayor que yo.
-¿Sabes qué edad tengo?-dijo ella.
Míster
X, sabía que eso de la edad tenía que ser cuidadoso con una dama. Pero Rosenda
interrumpió sus pensamientos.
-Tengo 85 años aunque aparente menos pero aún
conservo la energía y la libido de mis años jóvenes.
Me gusta coger todavía y que me traten
como a una chiquilla como si fuera la primera vez, con cuidado pero con un poco
de rudeza.
El abogado se sintió excitado con esto
último. Nunca una mujer de esa edad le había hablado así.
- Bueno. No hablemos más. Vamos a mi casa que
hoy es día libre para mi mucama y nadie nos molestara. ¿Tienes auto? Lo digo porque veo que has bebido unos
cuantos vasos de whisky y no es aconsejable para conducir… Mejor yo conduzco en
el mío y después te traigo aquí de nuevo, cuando hayamos terminado. ¿De
acuerdo?
El Abogado lo envolvió un vendaval de
emociones y se dejó arrastrar por la Dama hasta la puerta del Club.
Habitualmente no se dejaba mangonear por una
mujer pero esta Dama tenía algo
especial, algo que le atraía sexualmente.
El
auto era de marca cara. Rosenda lo condujo a una casa con jardín frondoso y
buen cuidado. Se veía que era una señora adinerada.
-Te cuento algo antes de entrar. Yo he sido
viuda por tres veces y no tengo descendencia. No me he vuelto a casar porque perderé
la pensión de mis difuntos maridos que por cierto en la cama no eran unos
atletas que digamos.
Entraron en una habitación grande y con una
cama amplia y bien tendida. El abogado se lanzó a la cama para disipar los
efectos del alcohol.
Rosenda se acostó a su lado y con pericia le
bajo la bragueta y saco el pene semi erecto del abogado y comenzó una felatio
en todo su potencial
-Ponte el condón. Aquí hay varios en mi
mesita de noche.
Se desnudó y en la semi penumbra de la alcoba
le dijo:
-Golpéame las nalgas y penétrame con cuidado.
Estoy humeda naturalmente, sin lubricante.
Y Maulló, maulló de placer.
- Métemela dura. Métemela dura. Mi toro de Lidia. Anda, fuerte, fuerte. Así. Así.
El
Abogado estaba recaliente y a punto de eyacular pero ella lo contuvo
disminuyendo los movimientos.
-Espera. Espera. No tan rápido. Disfrutemos
el momento.
El Abogado obedeció pero ya estaba en los preámbulos
en que no se puede detener la emisión de semen y dijo:
- ¡Ay, que me acabo, me acabo!
Rosenda al ver lo que se avecinaba grito:
- ¡Venite mi macho! ¡Dale mi amor!
Los dos terminaron el acto y ambos se
durmieron hasta el día siguiente.
Cuando el Abogado vio de cerca y sin los efluvios
del alcohol y vio la piel arrugada de la anciana que no aguantaba más un
rejuvenecimiento quirúrgico se dijo a sí mismo.
-Pero qué he hecho boludo.
Rosenda despertó y se dio cuenta de la situación.
- Fue
muy bonito lo de anoche. Te comportaste como un verdadero macho.
El Abogado no supo qué decir. Intercambiaron
los números de teléfonos. Él se vistió.
Ella con un nuevo vestido después de un baño, perfume, cremas y lápiz labial.
Lo llevó a la puerta del Club donde estaba su
auto. Se despidieron con un beso en las mejillas.
-Yo te llamaré- dijo Rosenda.
El abogado pensó que todo había sido una
locura pero algún mecanismo de los que saben las mujeres habíase revuelto en él y Dama se le quedó en la mente.
Esa misma tarde Rosenda llamó al Abogado y él
corrió o mejor dicho condujo lo más pronto posible a la casa de la Dama.
Algunas mujeres, no importa la edad,
conservan la gloria de épocas más jóvenes hasta su muerte. No es cierto que las
ancianas pierden el libido con la edad sino que lo subliman recordando a los
seres queridos que se fueron al más allá o se refugian en una religión, esta
vez con fe.
Rosenda y el Abogado continuaron viéndose y
surgió una relación que se parecia al amor o semejaba a este. El teléfono no
paraba de sonar con la voz de Rosenda para que no la olvidara nunca. A él Abogado
no le molestaba. Creo que lo disfrutaba.
Dr ORLANDO VICENTE ÁLVAREZ
cubano uruguay,genio
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