Thank you for the appreciation for my last post. Since I am fueled by my ovulation period, here’s another alasjuicy story from my dating life.

I’ve always liked older men. Must be my daddy issues, or the fact that men my age often had a hard time understanding the way I spoke or my interests, so I always had crushes on men older than me.

I matched with this guy on the 🐝 app. He was 15 years older and spoke so eloquently. He liked documentaries, had a cat, and had a high-paying intellectual job for an international company.

We did a video call. Most of his hair was already gray, had a lean build, and he toured me around his house. He showed me a room where all of his books were neatly shelved. I tried to catch myself from falling for him then and there.

He asked me out for dinner. I had a great time because we got along well. He told me about his lonely childhood in the province, and I told him about the time I was bullied in school… The conversation was so easy.

3 days later we saw each other again after work for coffee. The bill came and since he paid for dinner last time, I wanted to pay for our drinks. But he snatched the bill from my hands.

At this point, I wanted him to snatch something else.

As we were walking towards the exit, he said: “Let’s go to my place.” His tone was assertive, and I agreed. His hand took mine and we waited for the grabcar to arrive.

We were quiet in the car, our hands clasped together between us in the backseat. He kept rubbing his thumb along my index finger, the back of it brushing the side of my thigh. I was wearing a skirt and it rode up a bit, almost mid-thigh, when I went into the car.

He ran the tip of his index finger from the side of my thigh, to the top of it, his touch light. I pretended to ignore it, but my heart was racing. Good thing the driver had the radio on to some local station that blared 90s music.

I placed my bag in front of his marauding hand to shield it from the driver’s view. At this point, I had already parted my legs to let his fingers touch the seam of my panties. He pushed the fabric aside so he could touch the middle of my pussy. First letting the tip of his finger flirt with the lips, then waving up and down, which got me so wet.

I glanced at the driver’s phone which displayed our ETA: 8 minutes. I wanted us to get there faster, but I also enjoyed this man playing with me in public.

At 6 minutes, he briefly circled his fingers around my clit.

At 3 minutes, he inserted a finger half-way. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

At 1 minute, he planted a kiss on the side of my neck.

We finally arrived at his house and I felt dazed as I stepped out of the car. I followed him as he opened the door to his house.

He turned the lights on and I vaguely remember seeing the door open to his library before he kissed me. His lips hungrily pressing against mine as his hands grabbed my ass, squeezing.

“You are so hot! I’m so hard and want to fuck you so bad.” He panted against my lips.

I grabbed his hand and placed it under my shirt. Immediately, he started palming at my breast over my bra.

“Take me to bed now.”

We started removing our clothes, kissing, as we went to his bedroom. I thought it only happened in movies, but our clothes were literally strewn all over his staircase and second floor hallway as we went to his room.

By the time we got to his bed, he was already naked and he just had to pull my panties off.

He saw my drenched pussy and put his fingers in. “Fuck! You feel so warm inside.” I pulled his face towards mine to kiss him, his fingers working inside me.

“Can I eat you?”

I was moaning as I said, “Yes. Eat me.”

He pulled my hips to the side of the bed, placed a pillow on the floor for him to kneel on, then he ate me out like a starving man at a buffet.

He was stabbing his tongue inside me, the pad of tongue rubbing against my clit, his lips slurping me up. I came once, trembling and shouting. He still kept his mouth on me, his arms bracketing my thighs and keeping my knees over his shoulders to keep them wide.

I’m a big girl, but this man handled my thick thighs like a champ. He kept squeezing them and my butt as he took his time down there.

I’m really noisy in bed and it felt so good to moan as he kept on licking me. His tongue circled my clit for a good few minutes and I came a second time.

I felt so loose and relaxed. And wanting something bigger to fuck me.

He put on a condom and asked me to turn over. I obliged and then his cock started to enter me from behind. I moaned loudly as his cock started stretching my pussy. I already felt sensitive from coming twice. But I wanted him to come.

“You’re so tight!” He gasped as he pumped a few times, his strokes slow and gentle. His dick was about 7 inches and slightly girthy. It felt so good going in me.

But with all the stimulation I’ve had, that night I wanted it rough.

“Harder.” I said.

He grabbed my hips, his cock fucking me with more force. Fuck, it felt so good. I was breathing through my mouth, moaning as he continued to fuck me.

I grabbed a pillow, leaned down a bit, then pushed my ass up against his. This time, when his cock went in, it brushed my g spot.

“Fuck, there! Fuck me harder there!”

With his feet braced on the floor and him grabbing my hips, this man started to piston his hips harder. It was exactly what I wanted. His dick continued to ram into me, hitting my g spot.

He was panting my name as he continued to fuck me.

“Aaah, I’m close!”

“Come in me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

Finally, he moaned as he came, his hips jerking against mine as his hands squeezed my thighs hard enough to be painful, and it heightened my pleasure.

We stayed like that for about a minute.

Then still in me, he reached down, rubbed his fingers against my clit until I came.

We fell asleep on his bed after we cleaned ourselves up.

At 3:30 am, he went down on me.

At 4:50 am, I got on top and rode him.

At 7:30 am when his alarm went off, I gave him a blow job.

At 9am, we finished fucking for the sixth time.

He wrapped his arms around me. Both of us were sweaty and exhausted. The air conditioning was on the whole night but we felt so hot from all the sex.

“I haven’t fucked like that since I was a teenager.” He said. I laughed and nuzzled against his neck.

Definitely not an old man.