She loved men – really loved them! She liked the way they smelled, felt, thought, and sounded. She liked their rough hard hands, their deep baritone voices, and their hairy bodies.
She liked to eat men, lick them, touch them, make them hard, make them cum with a stroke or a moan, or a certain series of Kegel grips during coitus. She liked to lavish their nipples, smell their armpits, and leave their tongues hanging out.
As she passes by, they know they could have her if they just played it right. They wouldn’t have to do much. Two young twenty somethings come to the door to do some furniture moving… Oh! The smell of them! The musk of male sweat loaded with yummy testosterone.
Hmmm, men! She wanted to eat one right now! “Come over here and let me unzip your pants,” she thinks. “You are so hard and vulnerable to my ministrations. You are both strong and weak simultaneously. Come here, my lovely.”
She sits astride him like a panther in heat thrusting her pubis strong and hard against his:
- Purple Headed Dragon Slayer
- 8 inch knob of power
- Throbbing Anteaters Nose
- Fully Erect Penis
She wanted to take the full thrust of him against her and she met every pump with a reciprocal hump in perfect time. She was awakened to the frenzy and she couldn’t get enough. “More! More! More!” She demanded in a mantra of passion. They came together and she fell into a heaving heap of hair and sweat and vaginal juices on top of his petrified frame.
“You were going like a bat out of hell!” he noted breathlessly and a little wary.
She smiled in the ensuing darkness and thought, “Hmmm, Never had sex with a woman in her thirties, huh?”
(First published 5/16/12)
