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Sex Stories for the Mature Woman by Karl Lancaster...Fantasy Any One?





We can't all look like Kim Novak and other beautiful actresses...but we can still appreciate the love lives they experienced...


If a fantasy is yours...who would play in it?  Here's my choices! Remember who was dancing with Kim in this movie???



..She stood just five feet and four inches and had over the years put on a little weight, but she carried it well and still had curves in all the right places. Her shoulder length auburn hair framed a round but very pretty face and stunning hazel eyes. She was clothed in a little black dress that came to just above the knee, dark colored hold-ups and high heel open toed shoes. And at this present moment she was draped over the bed in an apparent swoon, the scenario being that she had had one too many and passed out in a bedroom while a party was in full swing. 

Barry had put on some music in the sitting room and had just appeared at the bedroom door as a party goer who was looking for the loo and had walked in on the unconscious woman. Jane had arranged herself so that she was laying on her back, one one leg drawn up, so up, so that her dress had ridden up to reveal her hold-ups. Barry at first played the part of a hesitant male, torn between lust and the possibility of discovery. But soon found his emotions getting the better of him. From looking and peeking he quickly progressed to smoothing a hand up a nylon clad leg, taking the bottom of the little dress with it. The maneuvre brought to light a pair of skimpy see through knickers, as well as a ’drunken’moan of delight from the prone female ’party goer’. Encouraged, the naughty male ‘party goer’proceeded to slide the knickers off over her thighs , and discarded them on the bedroom floor. He then trailed a finger slowly back up the one of the now open legs, towards a shaven delight...
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Sex Stories for a Mature Woman


By Karl Lancaster

Having just finished a complete erotic novel, I thought I'd follow with an anthology--which is the long-time format for many erotic stories--i.e., short stories that essentially provides one scene and then moves on to another entirely new story. I think you have to decide personally which you prefer, but I will say that this was a fun book with several delightful, naughty stories. The book I received had a simply beautiful cover--I wish I could have shared it, because what has been used certainly here doesn't give the book the cover it deserves, in my opinion.

The book begins with a short prelude from the writer about "The Idea." I was not sure whether this was also fiction, but I appreciate the setup for the stories which essentially was that a married couple, whose children were now gone, had found that they had more time to enjoy the part of their lives which was delayed, or interrupted...or was just too tedious after a hard day of working...you know what I mean, right? Well, this couple decided to role play and the excerpt is part of the first story provided. 

It was during the aftermath that each explored how they felt about what had happened... They didn't know where they were going with it...but as long as they both knew what was happening, they'd go from there. To me, role playing can be just as much fun as actually following through and doing some of the scenarios. Again, that's a personal decision, but I believe this author has given readers a number of options for consideration. Check with your spouse to see if she wants to read it together...


A recent NY Times article said that the first question about getting a massage was whether you wanted a male or female masseuse. In "Relaxing Moments" two women were vacationing together and had scheduled massages, but one withdrew and went to their room instead... Meanwhile Susan went on to have her very first massage...not knowing what or how it was done...

Why not  pretend you're at the same resort...here's some of what Barbara might be experiencing...



Then he almost absently minded let her legs fall as he took a step back and zipped himself up. He took a deep breath, looked at her and winked and said, 'No extra charge lady, shut now, you dress, goodnight'. Turned and left. 
Leaving her wondering if this was a typical Turkish massage or not?
~~~


By the time the cab arrived any idea this would be a largely platonic evening had fled, and they jumped in to the vehicle both breathless and eager to be on they’re way! And almost before the cab had pulled away from the kerb they had turned to face each other and pressed their eager lips against each others.

Dianne was acutely aware of how passionate both of them was getting as well as how much leg was now on show. And during a brief release from the kissing, when Matt nuzzled her neck instead and she let her head loll back she caught a glimpse of the taxi drivers eyes watching her in the mirror.

 She suddenly realized that her legs had fallen apart and that Matt had his hand between her thighs and was squeezing the soft flesh of one leg. Her eyes were almost closed and she stole a secret glance at the driver and could see he had adjusted the mirror. When she glanced down she knew that her dress was so high he must be looking at her thong which, wouldn’t have been such a problem had it not been see through...
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In addition to the individual stories above, "Holiday Dare," "The Club," and "The Drive are provided for your pleasure." I've seen other versions of the last one, but this story has been expanded. In fact, all the stories invite readers to stay through to the finish, you might say...

I think the part that I liked best was that in most of the stories, if there was a partner, they talked about it extensively, pros and cons, before deciding whether they wanted to proceed. In this way, I don't mean to imply that there is anything therapeutic about the book--rather that it may help couples to consider how they might bring about discussions on their sexual appetites, attitudes, etc. After all, it really is "all in the mind," don't you think?

The other thing I appreciated was that the writer has written it for age-appropriate females... Women just do not appreciate men going after girls or young adults. This writer has taken the time, except for one thing, to study, discuss, and, probably try out what happens in each and every story...

The one thing he didn't take the time to check out? Unless, of course, he has invented a new word... 



she gasped as he pushed a finger in to her now very wet virgina. And now she let herself go and pressed her hips up towards the invading digit.

The man who had had his face between her legs shot bolt upright and in almost one smooth move buried his cock in her wet virgina...

I tried to find a pic of a virgina, but you wouldn't believe what came up on the search! As I was reading, I decided it was a merge between virgin and vagina...but, gee, if you're going to write erotica...especially for women...you really, gotta, please...learn how to spell the parts...LOL Forgive me, I just couldn't let that pass! Shall we say...AWKWARD!

If you're into it, like I said, this is a fun, enjoyable romp for those who enjoy talking about sex when we are old enough...like...ah, mature! LOL


GABixlerReviews
A Mature Woman Fan...




Karl Lancaster is an only child born in Paddington London England in 1955 to working class parents. He went to an average secondary modern school and later held down several very uninspiring jobs.
In his late teens Karl took up aikido and gained his black belt by the time he was 22. Later he took up ju jutsu, iaido, jodo and kobudo.
In his forties he joined the Metropolitan Police and also took up kung fu. By his fifties he had become a trainer at the Metropolitan Police College in Hendon London and had also become world, European and UK champion in kung fu. These days Karl teaches first aid and tai chi as a freelance trainer, writes and dabbles in the antique market. He lives with his wife Trisha and two sons in Romford Essex UK.


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