Straight Female / 55
The Bride's Not The Only One That Got Lucky On Her Wedding Night
Being consumed with curiosity I visit this site from time to time. I'm 55 and still horny. Being divorced I have to content myself with videos and my playthings. I get tired of masturbation. In any event I had a real life sexual experience. This past weekend I got lucky. His name is Ed.
I went to a wedding down in Galveston for a niece who is studying nursing. She met her boyfriend in school, he's studying to be an X ray technician. He is not Ed. Ed is a relative of the groom and he rode in on a Harley. It was during the reception that I met him. He had this tattoo on his left arm, a Harley tattoo. He wasn't in dress code, dirty oily jeans, short sleeves, and wasn't clean shaven.
I went with him for a ride on the back of his Harley. We stopped at this beach side motel and checked into a second floor room and went to town in it. His preference was face to face, on top, he got off after a good long while. He did get off, I still had it. First live ding dong since I moved to live close to my sister in Texas.
Story goes that I wasn't the only one to get lucky. Ed got lucky too, he's 69 and said he'd pulled up dry many times before we ran off with me motel hopping. It was good. Sure a whole lot better than my plaything. The next day was Sunday and Ed took me to lunch at the Galvez Hotel. If you want to experience opulence, go get Sunday Brunch there.
Old Ed, that's what I call him, lost his tattoo, it was a slap on he bought at the dealer's. We've had a good time these past two days. I suppose it's better than nothing. A whole lot better than nothing. But I've got to go back home now. Ed's coming up to see me, he's going to ride up on his Harley.
I went to a wedding down in Galveston for a niece who is studying nursing. She met her boyfriend in school, he's studying to be an X ray technician. He is not Ed. Ed is a relative of the groom and he rode in on a Harley. It was during the reception that I met him. He had this tattoo on his left arm, a Harley tattoo. He wasn't in dress code, dirty oily jeans, short sleeves, and wasn't clean shaven.
I went with him for a ride on the back of his Harley. We stopped at this beach side motel and checked into a second floor room and went to town in it. His preference was face to face, on top, he got off after a good long while. He did get off, I still had it. First live ding dong since I moved to live close to my sister in Texas.
Story goes that I wasn't the only one to get lucky. Ed got lucky too, he's 69 and said he'd pulled up dry many times before we ran off with me motel hopping. It was good. Sure a whole lot better than my plaything. The next day was Sunday and Ed took me to lunch at the Galvez Hotel. If you want to experience opulence, go get Sunday Brunch there.
Old Ed, that's what I call him, lost his tattoo, it was a slap on he bought at the dealer's. We've had a good time these past two days. I suppose it's better than nothing. A whole lot better than nothing. But I've got to go back home now. Ed's coming up to see me, he's going to ride up on his Harley.
