Straight Male / 47
Relationship advice
I like to read the stories here- gets me worked up for sure. I don't really have a confession but I have some x-rated relationship advice that I can't just impart casually to just anyone and since this is an x-rated site I think it fits.
I'm 57 white male, married and divorced twice and dating a Latina girl about 54. I'm 6 foot 195l lbs and in fairly good shape. She 5'1" 130 lbs curvy, big D tits she had reduced to C. Yes bigger was pretty damn sexy BUT. Ds reduced to Cs makes them tight and round as hell. They don't fall at ALL. They are sugar bowl round and just as sweet.
My first two wives were white and had a lot of hang ups about their c**t. This Latina knows c**ts are for fucking. She's wet all the time and ready to go. Here comes the cliche- sex is better now than anytime before. Yes, young sex is great for the newness and the first time stuff and getting hard just by looking at your dick (that shit don't last forever boys!), but she's wet and I'm hard (eventually) and that's a good combo.
If I had to rate myself on a sex scale 1 to 10, with stories on this site being 10, I doubt I could hit 8 very often: maybe 7.5 average. You fucks are nasty! But my Latina gf likes to fuck more than I thought possible. We knew each other for 10 years, while I was married to another, fucked sometimes, and got together permanent when my marriage broke up ('cause I knew she liked to fuck and suck my dick dry!).
The first 6 months we lived together we fucked twice a day. Straight. That's 180x2==360 fucks in six months. More than all 10 years of my previous relationship. I can't tell you what a revelation fucking was to me and its relationship to relationship satisfaction. Now I know why the other two marriages failed: death by lack of fucking. About 1/30 of the fucking that should have been going on.
You've got to fuck when you're happy, fuck when you're sad, mad, lazy, sleepy, tired, grumpy: fuck fuck fuck you're way through life. When the fucking stops, the shark is dead. But that is just my prelude to why I'm writing.
One time my gf, who rides her own sport bike with me and mine, came through the bedroom door after a long day at work with her black jacket, boots, and short salt and pepper hair and I said you look hot! She's always self conscious about her looks and blew me off. That sorta pissed me off. Who the fuck blows off a complement from their lover? Plus I'm a dad and one thing you don't do is tell a dad somethings not something when he says it is. But I did not say a word. I bided my time. It was 6:00 pm.
I waited until 9:00. Everyone was down, I put the music and candle on. Said, honey, why don't I give you a massage? Oil and the whole works. I got her all naked, on her tummy, rubbing oil everywhere, then I got the special sex oil that gets hot when you blow on it, cherry flavored. Cheeky stuff from college days I know but I have a good use for it. After rubbing her ass for a while and getting her loosened up, I do something I never did for anybody- I get some of the blow oil and put it on her asshole and blow. Ya she goes nuts. But I tongue her asshole for 45 minutes with that oil with multiple applications (and ya, 45 minutes is a long time when you're 57. That's 45 minutes no bullshit my tongue in her ass). That's right guys, I took out my anger and hostility on her asshole with my tongue. That's called constructive redirection and that's what I recommend.
After 45 minutes of ass-c**t-clit and back, three big Os and a bunch of little Os and her pussy juices all over the place and I mean everywhere on me, her the bed, sheets, covered in ass and pussy juice- after she's all limp and exhausted from coming and sweaty from the Os, I said, with some amount of satisfaction, don't ever tell me your not hot again! So next time your pissed at your woman, you know what to do!
I like to read the stories here- gets me worked up for sure. I don't really have a confession but I have some x-rated relationship advice that I can't just impart casually to just anyone and since this is an x-rated site I think it fits.
I'm 57 white male, married and divorced twice and dating a Latina girl about 54. I'm 6 foot 195l lbs and in fairly good shape. She 5'1" 130 lbs curvy, big D tits she had reduced to C. Yes bigger was pretty damn sexy BUT. Ds reduced to Cs makes them tight and round as hell. They don't fall at ALL. They are sugar bowl round and just as sweet.
My first two wives were white and had a lot of hang ups about their c**t. This Latina knows c**ts are for fucking. She's wet all the time and ready to go. Here comes the cliche- sex is better now than anytime before. Yes, young sex is great for the newness and the first time stuff and getting hard just by looking at your dick (that shit don't last forever boys!), but she's wet and I'm hard (eventually) and that's a good combo.
If I had to rate myself on a sex scale 1 to 10, with stories on this site being 10, I doubt I could hit 8 very often: maybe 7.5 average. You fucks are nasty! But my Latina gf likes to fuck more than I thought possible. We knew each other for 10 years, while I was married to another, fucked sometimes, and got together permanent when my marriage broke up ('cause I knew she liked to fuck and suck my dick dry!).
The first 6 months we lived together we fucked twice a day. Straight. That's 180x2==360 fucks in six months. More than all 10 years of my previous relationship. I can't tell you what a revelation fucking was to me and its relationship to relationship satisfaction. Now I know why the other two marriages failed: death by lack of fucking. About 1/30 of the fucking that should have been going on.
You've got to fuck when you're happy, fuck when you're sad, mad, lazy, sleepy, tired, grumpy: fuck fuck fuck you're way through life. When the fucking stops, the shark is dead. But that is just my prelude to why I'm writing.
One time my gf, who rides her own sport bike with me and mine, came through the bedroom door after a long day at work with her black jacket, boots, and short salt and pepper hair and I said you look hot! She's always self conscious about her looks and blew me off. That sorta pissed me off. Who the fuck blows off a complement from their lover? Plus I'm a dad and one thing you don't do is tell a dad somethings not something when he says it is. But I did not say a word. I bided my time. It was 6:00 pm.
I waited until 9:00. Everyone was down, I put the music and candle on. Said, honey, why don't I give you a massage? Oil and the whole works. I got her all naked, on her tummy, rubbing oil everywhere, then I got the special sex oil that gets hot when you blow on it, cherry flavored. Cheeky stuff from college days I know but I have a good use for it. After rubbing her ass for a while and getting her loosened up, I do something I never did for anybody- I get some of the blow oil and put it on her asshole and blow. Ya she goes nuts. But I tongue her asshole for 45 minutes with that oil with multiple applications (and ya, 45 minutes is a long time when you're 57. That's 45 minutes no bullshit my tongue in her ass). That's right guys, I took out my anger and hostility on her asshole with my tongue. That's called constructive redirection and that's what I recommend.
After 45 minutes of ass-c**t-clit and back, three big Os and a bunch of little Os and her pussy juices all over the place and I mean everywhere on me, her the bed, sheets, covered in ass and pussy juice- after she's all limp and exhausted from coming and sweaty from the Os, I said, with some amount of satisfaction, don't ever tell me your not hot again! So next time your pissed at your woman, you know what to do!
