Sex in Montpellier

*Chapter Nine - The Intimacy Continues*

I was vaguely aware of her slipping from my arms as daylight began creeping through the windows in my makeshift room. I watched bleary eyed as she slipped into her nightgown once more before turning and bending to kiss me warmly on my lips and silently leaving my room and making her way upstairs.

I lay there coming fully awake slowly, smiling to myself as I recalled the passionate and energetic sex. I was amazed by Louise’s tight little pussy, I had never before experienced a woman’s pussy so exquisitely sensual. Almost every fantasy I had ever had about sex with Louise was completely and utterly obliterated by the reality of her. Many women, in my experience, were more on the passive side when it came to sex, which intimidated me and caused me to be more on the conservative side with my lovemaking. Louise, on the other hand, was aggressive and energetic. She obviously knew what the wanted or needed from sexual contact and went after it with great enthusiasm. And, even though I had used and abused her for at least forty-five minutes with some very forceful and energetic humping, she had never flagged…she had matched me almost thrust for thrust. She was truly an incredible lover. (continue reading…)

*Chapter Nine - The Intimacy Continues*

I was vaguely aware of her slipping from my arms as daylight began creeping through the windows in my makeshift room. I watched bleary eyed as she slipped into her nightgown once more before turning and bending to kiss me warmly on my lips and silently leaving my room and making her way upstairs.

I lay there coming fully awake slowly, smiling to myself as I recalled the passionate and energetic sex. I was amazed by Louise’s tight little pussy, I had never before experienced a woman’s pussy so exquisitely sensual. Almost every fantasy I had ever had about sex with Louise was completely and utterly obliterated by the reality of her. Many women, in my experience, were more on the passive side when it came to sex, which intimidated me and caused me to be more on the conservative side with my lovemaking. Louise, on the other hand, was aggressive and energetic. She obviously knew what the wanted or needed from sexual contact and went after it with great enthusiasm. And, even though I had used and abused her for at least forty-five minutes with some very forceful and energetic humping, she had never flagged…she had matched me almost thrust for thrust. She was truly an incredible lover. (continue reading…)

” (Hi,”

“Firstly, many thanks for all your positive comments about Miranda, I only hope that I can live up to your expectations! ”

“This is the second part of the trilogy started with ‘Miranda’. It deals with the three pivotal women in Mike’s life. It’s quite long (again!) because that’s how I write I’m afraid. Just to confuse matters even more I will break this middle part of the trilogy into three chapters, each about a different woman:”

” Part One – Angela”

” Part Two – Joyce ” (continue reading…)

*The Seduction of Louise The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman

Chapter Twelve - Of Fantasy and Fetishes*

That evening, I helped Louise prepare dinner and the four of us sat down to a wonderful meal. The kids had rented a couple of videos for the evening, so after dinner the kids helped us clean up the kitchen so as to hurry us up.

“How about some more wine?” Suggested Louise, as we were about to make our way to the living room.

“Good idea.” I smiled, nodding knowingly to her.

She laughed, knowing my aversion to animated Disney movies. “Who know?” She said, winking at me, “With enough wine, maybe you’ll even like them.” (continue reading…)

The bench stood along the outside wall between Krogers and Starbucks. Al liked to sit there with a cup of coffee, people-watching, and daydreaming. Today he sipped his coffee, and wondered if the white-haired woman with the poodle would come by again.

He’d seen her several times. About his age, slim, well dressed and classy, she’d been aloof and cool at first, but as time went on, she seemed warmer. They smiled, and nodded to each other, but never spoke. Lately, her eyes developed a twinkle, as though she harbored a secret. She reminded him of his late wife, and he winced at the memory, as his mind slipped into reverie about the year just past. (continue reading…)

I’m a 72 year old male in fairly good condition, all things considered. I do my sit-up exercises including push-ups and walk regularly. My regular route is a little over two miles. So I’m in better shape than many my age. However, I enjoy food and a friendly drink so I’m a little soft with too much around my middle. I’ve shrunk a little with age, used to be six feet and now am about 5′10″, getting very close to 200 pounds. I’m also a widower. My wife of 42 years died three years ago. I miss her very much. After being married that long we became almost two halves of a single entity. It’s as if I’m missing part of myself. Both of our daughters are grown and doing well. Each of them has two children and claim that’s it. I get along fine with both and enjoy my grandchildren. Particularly in small, controlled doses. (continue reading…)