My name is Luciana and I am 55 years old. I have large, robust breasts, a little belly but nothing protruding, proportional to my age, and a wide, greedy, and hairy pussy—a characteristic I've adopted because men go crazy when they see it.The event occurred in the countryside where we lived. My mother became pregnant by a Black man she met and had a relationship with, during which I was conceived. After that, he disappeared, and I never met him. I was born very fair-skinned; I didn't inherit my father's lineage because my mother is very white. As the years passed, my mother married a dark-skinned man, they started a family, and so my brothers and sisters were born. Everything was going smoothly; my mother at her job, he at his job, and that's how we lived—not in luxury, but lacking nothing.
My best friend knows how I feel about her boyfriend. I don't even try to hide it, and neither does he. We've flirted and slept together, and she's always been into it, even encouraged it, but I feel like something has changed. As her boyfriend and I get closer, I feel like she's becoming colder. Like she thinks I'm stealing him, and that's not true. I needed to make sure she knew.I managed to get alone with her and started a conversation. I was surprised when she said she was totally fine. I was shocked and grabbed her hand. I wasn't being flirtatious or provocative; I genuinely wanted to know her opinion. She told me, honestly, that she loved seeing us together. That she liked the intensity that arose between us during sex. She kept talking and started fidgeting in her chair. I realized she was getting aroused just talking about it!
Andressa sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her silk nightgown. The room was bathed in a sensual twilight, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. The air smelled of jasmine, a fragrance that always calmed her, but that night, not even the familiar scent could dispel the anxiety that consumed her. Marcos, her husband, was in the bathroom, the sound of running water in the sink echoing down the hallway. She took a deep breath, trying to find the courage for the words she had wanted to say for so long.
Good morning everyone.I'm an avid reader of erotic stories, and yesterday, after reading several, I got excited and decided to share a little about my experience during my first sexual encounters.My name is Luciana and I am 55 years old. I have large, robust breasts, a little belly but nothing protruding, proportional to my age, and a wide, greedy, and hairy pussy—a characteristic I've adopted because men go crazy when they see it.
My boyfriend decided to have a night owl party with his friends. He took advantage of his parents' trip and arranged for everyone to bring their computers and play games all night. Coincidentally, it was the weekend I was there too. He asked if it was okay, and I promptly said no. I knew his friends and always enjoyed watching them having fun.On Saturday, it was still 8 p.m., but the lights were all off. The five of them were in the kitchen screaming and laughing, and I was in the bedroom watching TV. Some time later, I decided to go to the kitchen and watch their game. I sat next to my boyfriend, and we stayed there for a few minutes. We always like to do things in public, so I knew I had the freedom to do what I did at the time.
We were 25 when we moved near a favela, and things began to change. It all started with a guy who always bought bread at a bakery near our house. My wife is 5'6" tall and has a body that attracts attention despite her small breasts. She's very white and usually draws glances when she passes by. This time was no different. This guy lived in the favela up the street from us. He always came down to buy bread at the same time as her. It started with a few glances, then some laughter, and it wasn't long before they exchanged contact information.
We were both at the hotel, nervous and anxious; he was on his way. The terms had already been discussed: no humiliation of the husband, no interaction between the men, and some patience. Their first dinner date had been two weeks earlier, a friendly chat at a bar, and a kiss between them.He arrived, we opened the door, and he greeted me with a handshake. She was wearing a sheer black dress. She looked beautiful at 5'6" and had a slim body with small breasts and a perky butt. Her breasts were exposed by the sheer baby doll, but her panties still held a surprise. He went over and gave her a tight hug, even lifting her slightly off the ground. He slid his hands down her body and rested them on her waist while she hugged him around the neck. She even asked if he wanted anything: a drink, food. But he replied:
We grew up together for most of our childhood and adolescence, until my uncle retired and moved to a town in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. We always tried to keep in touch, but it wasn't the same.A year and a half after the move, my parents talked to my uncles and decided that Augusto and I would spend the holidays at their house. We were very happy because it was a beach area and we would spend more time with Ryan.
My final year of high school had just begun, and the whole class was getting ready for the entrance exams, with classes in the morning and prep school at night. The afternoon was the only time I had for leisure activities. As the weekend approached, we'd leave the prep school and go drinking at a friend's house or even on the street, the traditional vodka and Schweppes.
It all started two weeks ago. I have a friend who lives in another city, and whenever she comes over and we have the opportunity, we meet up. I'm very close to her family. It was a Sunday afternoon, she was getting ready to go back to her work city, and I went to help her pack, and occasionally I went to her grandmother's house where some of her aunts and other family members were staying.