The Feather - A Haiku

She stood, unable to move...

The feather taunted; Her body taut...

He did nothing else, watching...

~~~

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...

~~~

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

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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.

PREPARE To Experience Hotelles by French Author Emma Mars... Available Tomorrow in USA!

Ten-Oh-One: 22 +1 = 23. I am twenty-three years old.
I push open the gilded door of the Josephine. Monsieur
Jacques gave me a keycard, no questions asked. He almost
seemed relieved to see me. I am now also part of this hotel.
Along with Marie, Margaretha, Caroline, Esther, Lola, and
the others. I am one of them now.
The room is as it was when I visited it two weeks ago with
my athletic client. But then I only saw it in the dark, and 
here it is bathed in the light of the setting sun. The star only
disappeared three minutes ago, if that, and the building is
covered in its dying glow. The window is open. The light
dives through it, licking the gilding.
~~~

Hotelles

By Emma Mars

"Listen, I didn't even know you were getting married until about five minutes ago...At least you won't have to worry about being a Hotelle anymore."
"A ho-what? Excuse me?"
"Rebecca never told you?"
"No..."
"Apparently, another girl named Elle used to work for her. She got pretty well known for ending all of her missions in a hotel room. And, you know, 'hot' plus 'Elle' equals 'Hotelle,' Not bad, right? I guess it stuck."
The other girl may have been named Elle, but she sounded a lot like Sophia. A girl who sparked male desire during the day from her booth and put it out at night in a hotel room for a fee.
"I had no idea Rebecca was so creative," I joked.
"Anyway, for you, that's all finished."
I wish I could have been more sure. I had really wanted the interview to go well so that I could close the door to the Josephine--and all the other rooms in the Hotel des Charmes--once and for all. To be simply Annabelle. Not a "Hotelle."
                                 ~~~

June 3, 2009
I was curled up in the
sheets of the Josephine's
unmade bed. On that day
my limbs were free.
Free and yet so ill at
ease. I had only met the
man who was about to
share my bed three hours
before, four at most.
"Which position would
you prefer, Elle? he
asked as he helped me
unzip my delicate
white dress.
~~~

From the country of love, of romance, I certainly support the phenomenal Literary Erotic Novel, Hotelles. As usual, I recommend that anybody offended by erotica not consider this book... It does not deserve to be treated lightly in evaluations, especially since the publicity clearly explains content.

If you do decide to read it, my second suggestion is that you...prepare...for your time with the book. I suggest you read it while alone and at a time when you will not be disturbed--you will not be able to stop reading until you finish...plan to do so...

"And you? Did you have a good night?
"One might say," she said smirking.
"Rich client?"
"Disgustingly rich, you mean...he
really pulled out all the stops: the
Pompadour suite and all the
trimmings.
~~~

There is one main reason that many buy erotic books. Yes, reading about Annabelle--Elle will be titillating, so you will not be disappointed, if that is your reason. Ahhhh, but for me and millions, it is the suspense, an almost palpable urgency to discover what in the world was going on! If I dare add, and at my age I do, this novel also could be helpful to women in encouraging an exploration of their sexuality. No, I don't mean learning about sex. I mean, exploring their own feelings, opinions, and desires and allowing those opinions to affect their lives.

The eloquence displayed in the writing and the setting brings images of a historical novel--but this happened only a few years ago... Annabelle was a Journalism major when it was discovered that her mother had cancer. Annabelle needed money both to finish her degree and to, hopefully, send her mother to America for treatment only available there... Unfortunately, as many young students know, there is only one way to easily make a lot of money fast. Annabelle knew little about sex and what she knew came mostly from Cosmo articles. But her best friend Sophia Petrille, 2 years older, was "at least 5 years ahead" of her in the world of men and sex.

Elle and Sophia would share about their client activities and especially about what rooms they had visited at the Hotel des Charmes where each of the rooms was named after a well-known...French lady...

The format of the novel takes particular attention--there are many indented quotes, some of which Elle writes, but some are anonymous notes. Then there are little phrases, sometimes from somebody else, but also sometimes her own thoughts. Elle started keeping a journal which had been slipped into her bag in a crowd. Some of them she wrote. Others were what she received anonymously, but they were written as if they, too, were Elle's thoughts... Quite intriguing so be alert. For instance, as she was considering becoming an escort, which could, on her decision, become more, she had written:

What makes you come, Elle? Year, what does make me come? Do I really know? What exactly is it that makes me melt, deep down inside? That makes me wet without being touched, just at the thought of it? A man's naked body? His smell? The sight of an anonymous cock erect for me? Against me? In me...

While one she had received was:

Doggy style bothers me because it's animalistic. I only like to do it with men I know. Doggy-style makes me come more than any other position...precisely because it's animalistic! I fantasize about doing it with someone I don't know, preferably with a mask on.

I found myself thinking of the story line for Sabrina, an old movie some of you may know where two brothers are interested in the same woman... Although the lives and actions were totally different, I always loved Sabrina, so naturally I began to place those characters into their roles...LOL Want to see the result?

Obviously, Elle began to meet many men who needed escorts for various functions where she would meet other men...but one she had recently seen in the news and had been attracted to him. At the same time, she had seen another man at one of those events, to whom she also was attracted. They were brothers. She became involved with the former, but was continuing to receive the notes and sometimes presents were included. She began to suspect the brother.

Things moved fairly fast regarding a relationship and Elle soon found herself engaged. The background on the two brothers is an important psychological component of the mystery. For whatever reasons, rather than assume that the eldest would inherit, he had pitted the two boys against each other. They were in competition for grades, activities, girls--everything. At an appropriate time, the father would decide the results--to whom the majority of the estate would go. Unfortunately he died and their lives had remained competitive... Enter women and sex...

Then Elle realized that she was in essence being blackmailed. Whoever it was, especially if it was her fiancee's brother, they were in a position to share her past! Could she give up the man she had fallen in love and would be marrying--and later, with whom she was now working? But would he be willing to accept that she was a Hotelle? Soon, the blackmail was very specific. She was being called to the Hotel des Charmes

Each time she was presented with a statement, something like a commandment...

1--Thou shalt love thy body. With the first one, she was to go to the Hotel at 10...

 Considering the options, Elle came to the final foolish conclusion--she had no choice but attend.

"The person who sent you that note must know the hotel quite well, Elle."
That was the first time, I think, I'd ever heard him use my nickname. One of my clients must have told him was it was.
"What do you mean?"
"'Zelle' is not a mistake on your first name. It's the family name of one of our most famous muses." 
Each room bore the last name of a great seductress or courtesan.
"Really? Which one?"
"One of the greatest: Margaretha Geertruida Zelle."
"Excuse me?" I was scanning my memory...
"Mata Hari."
Oh.

The room was empty but gorgeous...It was decorated in Belle Epoque style...
~~~

Elle had finished touring the beautiful room and was just about to take off since nobody had appeared. She was so frustrated that she started to cry from anger, lack of power, then saw a note slipped under the door, "Take off your clothes." Afraid, she started banging on the door--it had been locked. Minutes, hours went by for all she knew, then suddenly all of the walls reversed. The walls were completely covered with floor-length mirrors... She started screaming, asking if that was how [he] got off, as a voyeur. No response; nothing... Elle was wild with her thoughts... Then...

...My cotton panties with black details over my pelvis slid effortlessly down my thighs, joining the rest of my clothing on the floor. Now nothing came between his gaze and my private parts. I don't think I'd ever even shown myself to David like this, with such rawness and indecency. I didn't even have the reflex to hide my lower region, where the lips came together and drew a line under my dark curls...

Looking at my body in the mirror, from all angles and depths, I had the sensation of discovering it for the first time.

So this is what men desired when I undressed in front of them. This woman, as opposed to the one invented by my critical gaze, the one deformed by years of acquired body image issues. My imperfections hadn't disappeared. But seeing my list of faults, together in one image, I couldn't deny how attractive they were, though I had trouble really believing it.

~~~

So a secret life began, continued even while she went on interacting, living and loving her fiancee... But, more importantly, she began her own investigation into the life of her fiancee...and also his brother... What she discovered, ahhhh, that is the whole point of the novel, isn't it?!

If you were here, I would love to talk about this book! Emma Mars' book is nothing short of

eloquent... On the bottom of the front cover it says, "You will burn to add your own..." She's talking about the stories in the rooms of hotels, if only they could speak... Readers will have no choice, they will remember romances, loves of their past, their present, and, perhaps, even their future! I adored this book. I so hope that you will come to realize that this book is all about Elle, not about the other characters...about finding her own room...

Or, perhaps, it is all about the man with whom she chooses to live her future with...

Or, maybe it's about...us...each of us...

Mysterious, Suspenseful, sensual, titillating, hot and sexy...eloquent in its fluidity and expressiveness... I'll be looking for the next one out...

Song from Music List - Also included as an appendix is erotic literature as suggested in book...

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Emma Mars is the pseudonym of an author who lives in France.

Norman Filler Presents The Phantom Lover - Direct from Malawi... Well...At least in Fantasy!

"At that moment, Eve was lying naked on David’s bed,   stoned nearly to unconsciousness.   Beside her, David, equally naked and completely unconscious, snored and drooled.   By the bed, the dishes from last night’s meal were covered with a black and heaving layer of ants, feasting on the congealed fat and scraps of food.   Two tumblers were near the plates. One had tipped over and spilled the last of the whisky that had once filled it on the sheepskin rug.   The other was half-filled with urine, having been as far as David had managed to stagger when he felt the need. Damp yellowish stains in the fur around it gave testimony of the unsteadiness of his hand when he tried to aim the flow.   Their discarded clothes were scattered around the room along with those discarded on earlier occasions.   The room stank of rotting food and unwashed clothes and bodies. They’d scarcely left it for a week. 
"David had returned home to Lujeri Estate from his school in England ten days before.   When he first arrived, his mother, who had collected him from Chileka airport west of Blantyre, had dropped him at the estate’s administrative office to greet his father.   Eve, sitting at the reception desk had caught his eye immediately.  
 “Here,” he thought, “was just the tasty bit of liquorish to feed his appetite while he was on holiday.   But first things first.”   He told Eve to announce his arrival to his father and not waiting for any reply, he proceeded back to the manager’s office at the rear of the building, where he found his father father seated behind his enormous desk, initialing papers.
"Without looking up, his father greeted him, “Hello, David, have a good flight?” 
“Yes, sir. No problems.” 
“And a good term?”
 “Yes, I aced all the end of year exams.” 
“That’s good. I spend too much money sending you abroad to school to allow you to waste it in sloth and dissipation..."

~~~

The Phantom Lover

By Norman Filler

He flicked his tongue over the button that was

 there until she moaned and panted with 

pleasure and spread her legs as wide as she

 could and lifted them until her thighs were

 pressed against her torso, and then he moved

 inward, plunging his tongue into the silky

 slippery dampness. Taking advantage of his

 ability for shape change, he swelled his

 tongue until he could penetrate and fill 

more thoroughly than the most well-endowed

 man could do with a different part of his

 body, and so brought her to a screaming

 climax, wave after wave of ecstasy convulsing

 her whole being – mind and body, muscles 

fluttering and every nerve-ending sparking

 with explosive force - making her deaf and

 blind to what was outside her by the

 overwhelming power of what was going on

 inside.   Speechless for some time, as she

 began to come down from the pinnacle, 

she drew him up until she could gaze deep

 into his yellow eyes

~~~

Eve might have just fallen into the clutches of a rich boy, thinking she might be able to some day be the mistress of the large estate on which she now...played... but there was somebody looking out for her that had different ideas!

Erotica may not be your thing, but you may enjoy this short story of African lore where a grandmother knows best what is good for her granddaughter. 

Eve has fallen in with the son on a large estate during his break from school. He gets her involved in drugs, drinking, and, worse, has no intention of establishing a relationship with his father's receptionist! Duh... As for David, he thought he had the right "to sample the morsels..."

But when her grandmother goes to see Eve, she chases her away, in shame for the old woman...or for herself...?

Because Eve was a special woman...

As had been her mother, her grandmother, and her great-grandmother...

Eve had attended the white man's school and learned things that could prevent her from working on behalf of 
Africa--her grandmother had to do something!

Norman Filler has taken a classic story of Africa and
added just a touch of the cultural issues between the
Blacks and Whites, then adds more than enough magic
created by Grandma to keep Eve and many others 
happy...LOL 

It provides a provocative question to 
ponder about being able to keep your heritage within
the context of a different one. The writing is well done
and should be considered by all adults. The erotica does
not overpower the important story line being shared... but
that's just my opinion...

Mai suspected that her daughter’s foolish decision to

 send Eve to school had prevented her from developing

 it, teaching her all sorts of lies about the world of 

gods

 and spirits that drowned out what her mind was telling

 her. 

 Mai had been monitoring Eve’s thoughts regularly

 since her daughter had died. She’d wanted to take her in,

 but her father’s family insisted on their right

 to do 

 so, and Mai couldn’t argue with custom...

"That Eve, daughter of a daughter of a

 daughter of a daughter   - all who had been

 gifted from the other world - should be

 disporting herself   like an animal with a 

white man, that she should be drugging her mind

 into oblivion, was insupportable and must be stopped.

   Otherwise a four generation string of empowered

 women would come to an end, and the whole of

 the world, but especially Africa, would be

 impoverished. Mai again cursed the white man’s

 schools for teaching Eve the terrible things

 she obviously believed.   

~~~

Reaching in her goatskin pouch, she took pinches of sorghum, Africa’s own grain, and threw it to the ground as an offering to the Holy ones. “Bless my venture,” she prayed, “for I strive for you and for all on this continent. “ There was a mighty gust of wind, bearing with it snow that gathered on her eyelashes and her hair, making her seem as old as creation, as indeed her spirit was, and she laughed aloud for she knew her prayer had been answered. Looking outwardly older but renewed and made young and more powerful under the surface , she gathered up her clothes and her belongings and started the long journey to the cave in the Crater at the mountain’s foot which was her home, knowing that she would succeed. She would save her granddaughter, Eve, and through

her granddaughter, her beloved Africa...

~

So she had pondered what to do, and prayed to the gods, and once she had the answer, had trudged up the mountain to receive from the spirits the gifts she needed to do it. Back at her cave, she began to form a man of clay. It couldn’t be just any clay and she had had to trudge many kilometers with baskets full of clay taken from the Likhubula River whose source was Sapitwa and whose clay was formed from its bedrock and where she had entreated the spirit world for help.

~~~

 Now I only put one small erotic excerpt into this review, but I'll assure you that you will be satisfied...with the content... but I did decide to go over to Pinterest and see if I could find anybody that sounded like Ndauka... Okay, the one I found was a painting--but he seemed to fit the bill for a god-made man... What do you think... And just for a little fun, here's what I figured Eve looked like after meeting him... 

Both of these were available from the

http://www.pinterest.com/

12dn94dst/for-the-art-of-it/

by Kelli Sibert...

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Come...

Come, My Love...

The radio plays Rachmaninoff; the music pulls me...where are you? Where are your words?

Ah...there you are...you were gone and I grew cold. I fell asleep? Hmmm, that is understandable. You are at fault, you alone controlled what happened! Now, it is for me to decide!

Come... The sun shines on the lake...we can feel the warmth of the sun through the window...

Lie here beside me, the burgundy silk spread welcomes us once again. No, do not add anything to cover your body; it would interfere Yes, I still will wear the silk, if that is what you want. I knew you would like to feel it as I slide from place to place...

Soon, soon. rest now.

I move to touch you, to kiss your chest, your nipples! No, No, you must not move, it is my time.

A taste of wine, my lips travel next to yours, still wet from the wine. You are permitted to respond, but not to move, dear one. Rolling, the silk moving over your skin, I enclose your body between my legs, sitting lightly, slowly leaning forward; my breasts mistletoe above you. Yes, you may kiss, but only with your mouth, no hands can explore me, your mouth pleased me and I want my nipples held erect for you--you may make it happen...

Lips stroll over your face, neck, the tongue finds an opening--your ears are warm, now wet, from my mouth. Ahhh, you liked that? Well, I may come back, but your nipples, your chest calls. I kiss your breast just as you touched mine, teasing, pulling, your response is small at first, you are not used to having the same actions you've taken, returned to you, are you? Yet, it is exciting, it is something you want.

No, you may not raise your arms, your hands. I need to explore them. My tongue tastes warm places at the fold of your arms, moving to your waist, back up to your mouth, your ears, then down, down. No, you may not guide me where you want me to go; I am in control; you are mine as I want to touch you; I will decide every move.

The music is one tempo...minutes go by as the silk moves over your body. Once in a while, a breast comes to your waiting mouth and you pull and suck only as it is pulled away from you, the wet of your mouth is felt as my breasts are moved across your chest, moving, moving, downward... Your frustration, your desire increases at each touch!

Quickly now, I seek your tongue, french kissing, and you try to capture my tongue, but it is yours that I have captured instead. Remember, I am in control, your tongue is mine, my mouth holds, pulls, mimics of a movement at a different spot...

Slowly, slowly...ah, yes, I see your movements below, you lift yourself toward my body and I leave your mouth to start downward once again, here a nipple needs my attention, no, no, you may not move!

Yes, I know some movement is instinctual, cannot be stopped, that is permitted, for I will guide my movements, following the signs, following what your body tells me it wants, it needs, yet, yet...

You must wait, for I am in control!

My mouth moves and captures you! Ah...you have been waiting, now all attention will center here, my lover, until you beg me to stop...

A Little Music and Poetry...

His compelling eyes stare at me

He seems to read into my thoughts

Suddenly his hands encompass

The pearl-white breasts

that lounge unfettered...

and waiting... 

I love to have him touch me there

His hands moving,

surrounding, His fingers playing,

strumming, His tongue, encircling

His lips sucking 

His eyes search mine

As he starts moving downward

Then registers surprise and delight

When I, too, relocate

So that our eyes now focus...
  

He sees my blond bush

and starts to wander around

I explore and tease, already...

enjoying the coming thrusts

of his desire for my lips...  

~~~

Advocate Joan Price Provides Senior Erotica...

c. 1800-1803 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
"You are so beautiful! Your hair is shining. You have a
beautiful figure! You feel so good in my arms! I missed you so much! I love you to no end! Let's make love right now!"
"Just like a typical guy years younger, Max is always
ready to go before I am. "I am so horny," he whispers hoarsely into my ear. I smile, enjoying his eagerness...
"I want to kiss you all over," he mumbles into my neck as his hands begin to roam...
"There's something I want to do, and I hope you will allow me." he begins, rather formally...
"I want to kiss you all over and lick your vagina!"
"I gasp, feigning shock. "I'll let you as long as you do it as long and as thoroughly as you did last week."
"We did it last week?"
~~~

Ageless Erotica

Edited by Joan Price


I met Joan on line a number of years ago when she was writing a book. Finding her name in my files, I went out to check on whether she'd finished it. What I found was that she now had a number of books out on senior sexuality, and this was one of them.

If you are into erotica, you know that most are anthologies. Short stories, written for a specific reason... In this case, Ms. Price already had her topic for her book--erotica for older people. [I'll be reviewing another of her books sometime soon...] My, she certainly gathered a range from all ages, from all sexual orientations, and, in some, from those who openly shared any physical limitations that had caused them problems in their later years.

For instance, consider Max, who is 82, and has Alzheimer's. I learned "One thing that people don't know about Alzheimer's is that the disease can have a disinhibiting effect on a person's libido...An aging man who may have left sex behind years ago suddenly becomes amorous, flirtatious, and sometimes sexually inappropriate, or gets taken advantage of my criminals.

But that didn't stop the story from being hot, since this part was shared...afterward...LOL

Joan's blurb for her book states that some stories are tender and loving. Frankly, I found quite a number of them in that category--quite different for the normal anthology. But it wasn't because they weren't sexy--rather there is so much caring, so much love...and so much hope, in reading these stories. You can't help but realize that your sexual life does not have to end at 50, 60, 70, or 80!

"She bucks into him desperately. The pulsing ball of fire in her belly throbs and bursts, rolling up her spine, exploding to a groan. Her skull shatters as she somersaults through the starry sky behind her eyelids and plummets back to earth. This was a good one, a great, big, full-body come. As she rides the last wave,  he eases up on the stimulation, knowing her breasts and clit are exquisitely sensitive after orgasm. "Then he begins to move, thrusting his hips up into her, grabbing her ass cheeks hard. Her pussy tingles with each thrust, a sweet echo of pleasure. All of her senses are heightened as she savors the tension in his thighs, the chug of his breath, the quickening rhythm of his hips. She enjoys this almost as much as her own climax. "Come inside me, my love," she whispers, and he does, with a ghostly tenor cry."
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There are 29 stories for you to read and enjoy. Some may get you more involved than others...

But I didn't find any of them that were not satisfying or fun to read. For instance, what about the older gay guy who is having an affair with a woman...and declares upon parting that they both needed to get rid of their husbands... Ah, really, you never know, do you? LOL

I loved the older man in "Other People's Stuff" who had lost his wife and was having an estate sale... The only thing was that the sale had been going on for quite time. The upstairs rooms were almost completely gone, and there was a block-off tape to the basement area...But sometimes, as curious women, are prone to do, they pull up the tape and go down the stairs anyway...to quite a surprise...

"Hand Job" was especially interesting to me since I've developed problems with my hands, not having the strength I once did and my older fingers are stiff. For this lady, her hands would get tired and cold but were very much needed for the jobs she did with her hands, so that she was ashamed to touch her lover's body... What else? She bought gloves... All different kinds of...gloves...

My favorite was "Jaguar Dreams"...and that's all I'm saying...

This is a Keeper! Whether you're young and wondering about the future, or concerned about now...or preparing for the future! 

Get your own copy; I'm keeping this one.

GABixlerReviews

"Early 20th century postcard"

"She pushes me back till I am sitting on the bed. She unbuttons her uniform and lets it fall to the floor. Her skin is so white she gleams in the darkness like a giant pearl...I can make out wisps of curly hair escaping the silky triangle at her vulva. This turns me on so much, my pecker rises up like a periscope. Mary must sense it, because quicker than I can say Hallelujah, she kneels between my legs, frees it from my pants. She takes it  between her full lips into her juicy mouth. She sucks gently on my cockhead as she circles my pole with her hand and starts pumping. Her movements are syncopated so as her head moves up and down on me her hand does the same."
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Joan Price is a senior sex educator, advocate for ageless sexuality and author of the award-winning Naked at Our Age: Talking Out Loud About Senior Sex and Better Than I Ever Expected: Straight Talk About Sex After Sixty. Visit her website at JoanPrice.Com and her zesty blog about sex and aging at NakedAtOurAge.Com.

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