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Sunday Sex Thoughts  

ladyj_1957 66F
3233 posts
10/2/2016 2:01 am
Sunday Sex Thoughts


There is something extra naughty about being here at Senior Sizzle on a Sunday. Having grown up in the 60's, and in a Roman Catholic family, it was a very special day for wholesomeness. Often the extended family gathered for long slow dinners. We sat around the livingroom and watched television all together, and shared the sections of two Sunday papers.

Yet, I remember a Sunday which the family did not gather. Perhaps I was coming down ill, or perhaps I was eager to do what I am about to tell you. One lazy Sunday during my early teens, I went to my room and locked the door behind me. I was nervous about what I was going to do. No, I was outright petrified. Back then, I couldn't think of anything to do that was more naughty. In fact, I expected to be struck dead.

In full daylight, I began to do something I had only done a few times before. However, I had a plan. This time was going to be different, and from all accounts, it was going to shake my world.

I masturbated. At first, as I always had, by squeezing a pillow between my legs. Rocking and gyrating to create arousal. I knew I was wet and I knew I desired more. No longer would a pillow between my legs satisfy me. This time I was going to violate my pussy by inserting the handle of a hairbrush.

I pressed it against my pussy for it seemed like forever. I tried to move so to let it in. But I was tight. Then I felt the handle enter my wetness and I clamped down on it and rocked on it as I slowly continued to push it in. Suddenly, there was a rush of pleasure and wetness.

I removed the brush. The handle was covered with my juices. I curiously sniffed the<b> fragrance </font></b>of my womanhood. I thought of tasting, but feared....

"Don't count the days, make the days count"


Calvin469Fun 55M
16 posts
10/2/2016 6:39 am

Very well written LadyJ!


farmer8850 43M
54 posts
10/2/2016 7:00 am

Tell me more!!!


easyrider4008 67M
2562 posts
10/2/2016 1:42 pm

Lady J, much appreciated


scoupe42 60M

10/2/2016 2:55 pm

Interesting story, you told it well.


NJGUY08090 57M
4306 posts
10/12/2016 8:27 pm

I need to know more about you and oh how I want to taste your juices


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