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.
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.
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 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!
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.