Category: Mature

Dorothy was the beginning of my love for mature women. Dorothy was divorced and lived with her mom in the duplex next door. Dorothy was everything I came to love in a woman – dark haired, sexy, flouncy, a little chubby, but just ever so much, a wide butt and baby bearing hips and nice …

There she sat. Three feet away, across the packed underground train, a picture of beauty in the otherwise drab underground, I stare at her intently, my eyes following her every move, watching her lips sing silently along to her iPod, those big juicy red lips, I long to taste them, her big azure blue eyes, …

You know.. I was’nt exactly the biggest frequenter of stripclubs. I reminisce, thinking about that night. I could still see the flashing lights, and the naked bodies of all the performers, the most memorable being that of a crocodile girl, her wet, scaled slit, still burned into my mind. That, her small puckered rosebud, and …