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Women Only
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Straight Female / 56
As A Woman I Am Grasping At Straws, Why Would A Man Go That Way
I am an avid masturbator. What else is there for a 56 year old woman. You would think.
I live in a gang buster complex, I have no idea why I agreed to move here. I'm here as a grandma, for some of the young girls learning about the birds and bees the hard way. My life was a bit different than most, early on I paid my way with my body. I met a man of means in my mid twenties and he took care of me for a many years. During those years, over twenty years, I felt and acted as his other wife. I was raised in a house where I was taught the basics of housekeeping, and I practiced that in keeping his love nest hideaway. Incredibly during all those years I never personally met his wife or children. Two separate worlds. my world was driven by his sexual appetite.
When he began to fail he became angry and resentful. Not the same man I knew. I knew that he was becoming less of a man, and he took it out on both his wife and me. Frustration, he couldn't maintain an erection, he couldn't even get an erection. The ED medication he was given worked for a while, a while only. His dick went limp, and he went limp with it.
He convinced himself that he was going queer, gay, homosexual. I suppose that a woman's first instinct is to call him crazy. But he went out one night to a bar where men hang out and he got laid by an out of control buzzed up asshole. He continued to confide in me, he was never able to talk about sex with his wife. He said to me, quite blatantly that now he knew why women let themselves get fucked. It was the best sex he'd had since he couldn't remember. Thank you.
I confided in a friend, a friend who in her youth also paid the bills with her body, and she told me that a number of older men she knew were going gay on her. True, they could not get it up, not with a woman, but they were sure getting it up with another man. Sometimes harder than they were with her. I confronted my lover of over twenty years, do you get it hard when you are playing boyfriends with another man? O yes, he said. Of course he has to med himself up first. But he got it hard according to him.
He divorced his wife and moved in with Adam. Not the Adam you think of. Adam was a longshoreman, and later a rent a cop. He is everything you think of when you think of Pride week. Big, harry beast, tattooed all over, in a thong. And my friend and former lover liked that? They partied, partied and partied.
I had a bank account that I managed. He had set aside some money he got without his wife knowing. A bonus, a settlement, a payoff of some kind. It amounted to several hundred thousand. He came to me and asked for the money and I refused to give it to him. That broke the relationship completely. I still have the money for him, but I won't release it until he needs, when he is in the nursing home. I'm am not giving that money to Adam.
Suffice it to say, that as a woman I resort to masturbation. I have a couple of friends I have had for a while. I do have feelings down there and I do need a dick in me. I always did, to be honest. But at 56 I look out of my apartment at the young people around the pool, girls in string bikinis and men touching them. And I wonder, how many of those testosterone cowboys is going to end up sucking cock like I woman. Bending over, taking it up the ass. More than you think I imagine. After all women have been doing that since Adam (excuse me) and Eve gave him a blowjob. A good hard dick, it's all memories now. A toy is not a substitute. And a woman does nothing for me.
I live in a gang buster complex, I have no idea why I agreed to move here. I'm here as a grandma, for some of the young girls learning about the birds and bees the hard way. My life was a bit different than most, early on I paid my way with my body. I met a man of means in my mid twenties and he took care of me for a many years. During those years, over twenty years, I felt and acted as his other wife. I was raised in a house where I was taught the basics of housekeeping, and I practiced that in keeping his love nest hideaway. Incredibly during all those years I never personally met his wife or children. Two separate worlds. my world was driven by his sexual appetite.
When he began to fail he became angry and resentful. Not the same man I knew. I knew that he was becoming less of a man, and he took it out on both his wife and me. Frustration, he couldn't maintain an erection, he couldn't even get an erection. The ED medication he was given worked for a while, a while only. His dick went limp, and he went limp with it.
He convinced himself that he was going queer, gay, homosexual. I suppose that a woman's first instinct is to call him crazy. But he went out one night to a bar where men hang out and he got laid by an out of control buzzed up asshole. He continued to confide in me, he was never able to talk about sex with his wife. He said to me, quite blatantly that now he knew why women let themselves get fucked. It was the best sex he'd had since he couldn't remember. Thank you.
I confided in a friend, a friend who in her youth also paid the bills with her body, and she told me that a number of older men she knew were going gay on her. True, they could not get it up, not with a woman, but they were sure getting it up with another man. Sometimes harder than they were with her. I confronted my lover of over twenty years, do you get it hard when you are playing boyfriends with another man? O yes, he said. Of course he has to med himself up first. But he got it hard according to him.
He divorced his wife and moved in with Adam. Not the Adam you think of. Adam was a longshoreman, and later a rent a cop. He is everything you think of when you think of Pride week. Big, harry beast, tattooed all over, in a thong. And my friend and former lover liked that? They partied, partied and partied.
I had a bank account that I managed. He had set aside some money he got without his wife knowing. A bonus, a settlement, a payoff of some kind. It amounted to several hundred thousand. He came to me and asked for the money and I refused to give it to him. That broke the relationship completely. I still have the money for him, but I won't release it until he needs, when he is in the nursing home. I'm am not giving that money to Adam.
Suffice it to say, that as a woman I resort to masturbation. I have a couple of friends I have had for a while. I do have feelings down there and I do need a dick in me. I always did, to be honest. But at 56 I look out of my apartment at the young people around the pool, girls in string bikinis and men touching them. And I wonder, how many of those testosterone cowboys is going to end up sucking cock like I woman. Bending over, taking it up the ass. More than you think I imagine. After all women have been doing that since Adam (excuse me) and Eve gave him a blowjob. A good hard dick, it's all memories now. A toy is not a substitute. And a woman does nothing for me.
