Child_Of_God
Jesus is king of kings and lord of lords.
Y’all some lucky ass nikkas man. 
Ever met an old woman with hoe energy?
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MasterOfAllHeSurveyz
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I don't know about the hoe energy part, but they were feeding me the p*ssy any time I wanted.
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When I was in my late 20s, early 30s, I used to fukk a friend of a friend's mom on the regular. I called her Stripe from the Gremlins between my best friend and myself. She literally had a grey landing strip in the nether regions. p*ssy was tight than a mug as she hadn't really been with a lot of guys since her husband passed about a decade before. It took a while to open that thang up. There were a lot of early sore days when it first went down. She had a little pouch in the stomach area (no bald up homework paper - I was shocked), but had a pretty nice body for her age (mid to late 50s). She had one hell of a gap you could see from the back that lead to another dimension. We quit fukking after I moved. When I talk to the homey, she still asks about me. I have a super white first name and she can't pronounce it correctly for shyt. My homey starts with the jokes, "Tell *fukked pronounciation*, I said hi."
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When I was 10th grade, I got left by the bus. Back in the day, there wasn't no calling the parents to leave work and give you a ride to school shyt. My dad wasn't having it. You had to walk. So I hit the bricks. It was raining. Not too hard, but enough to where you coat would get soaked after a while. About 10-minutes into my walk, it started pouring and I just made it to the corner store to wait it out. A chick in an older model Mustang rolled her window down and asked if I needed a ride. (I just remembered that I had to be careful where I placed my feet as there was a hole on the passenger side floor). I was like fukk it and I got in. Something in me told me to shot my shot. I did. She was like, "Boy. You playing." I was like, "I'm for real." She didn't think I was serious. So, we said our goodbyes and I got out the car and started walking to the front doors.
After my third step, I said fukk it. My inner voice was like you can't let that get away. "Don't be no chump." I ran after her car, through the school parking lot and got her attention. She stopped and I hopped in. We headed back to her crib and talked for a few hours. I asked if she smoked because I remembered that I had a sack that I kept hidden in my dad's storage building. Surprisingly, her apartment was less than a mile from my house. Came back, rolled up and smoked (No blunts. She only liked papers). After a while, she led me to the bedroom. The rest was history. If memory serves, the age difference was about 8 or 9 years.
I hit that ass on and off for the next two and a half years up until a few months before graduation when she abruptly cut it off. I'm not sure why it ended. I don't know if she found a new set of nuts or the luster of have a young buck hitting it wore off. I hit it one last time a few days before I left for boot camp. How I never got caught by my parents is a feat I'm proud of to this day. I was sneaking out the house when my parents went to sleep and would get back before my dad woke up about two or three days a week and would spend weekends at her house claiming that I was staying with a friend.
I've probably seen her several times, in passing, in the last two and a half decades. Hell, I can't even remember her last name to look her up on FB.
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When I was in my late 20s, early 30s, I used to fukk a friend of a friend's mom on the regular. I called her Stripe from the Gremlins between my best friend and myself. She literally had a grey landing strip in the nether regions. p*ssy was tight than a mug as she hadn't really been with a lot of guys since her husband passed about a decade before. It took a while to open that thang up. There were a lot of early sore days when it first went down. She had a little pouch in the stomach area (no bald up homework paper - I was shocked), but had a pretty nice body for her age (mid to late 50s). She had one hell of a gap you could see from the back that lead to another dimension. We quit fukking after I moved. When I talk to the homey, she still asks about me. I have a super white first name and she can't pronounce it correctly for shyt. My homey starts with the jokes, "Tell *fukked pronounciation*, I said hi."
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When I was 10th grade, I got left by the bus. Back in the day, there wasn't no calling the parents to leave work and give you a ride to school shyt. My dad wasn't having it. You had to walk. So I hit the bricks. It was raining. Not too hard, but enough to where you coat would get soaked after a while. About 10-minutes into my walk, it started pouring and I just made it to the corner store to wait it out. A chick in an older model Mustang rolled her window down and asked if I needed a ride. (I just remembered that I had to be careful where I placed my feet as there was a hole on the passenger side floor). I was like fukk it and I got in. Something in me told me to shot my shot. I did. She was like, "Boy. You playing." I was like, "I'm for real." She didn't think I was serious. So, we said our goodbyes and I got out the car and started walking to the front doors.
After my third step, I said fukk it. My inner voice was like you can't let that get away. "Don't be no chump." I ran after her car, through the school parking lot and got her attention. She stopped and I hopped in. We headed back to her crib and talked for a few hours. I asked if she smoked because I remembered that I had a sack that I kept hidden in my dad's storage building. Surprisingly, her apartment was less than a mile from my house. Came back, rolled up and smoked (No blunts. She only liked papers). After a while, she led me to the bedroom. The rest was history. If memory serves, the age difference was about 8 or 9 years.
I hit that ass on and off for the next two and a half years up until a few months before graduation when she abruptly cut it off. I'm not sure why it ended. I don't know if she found a new set of nuts or the luster of have a young buck hitting it wore off. I hit it one last time a few days before I left for boot camp. How I never got caught by my parents is a feat I'm proud of to this day. I was sneaking out the house when my parents went to sleep and would get back before my dad woke up about two or three days a week and would spend weekends at her house claiming that I was staying with a friend.
I've probably seen her several times, in passing, in the last two and a half decades. Hell, I can't even remember her last name to look her up on FB.
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Please elaborate breh
Man, this was at a time in my life when a good portion of my sexual experiences were just fukking weird. I was like a kink magnet
. I don't even know where to start. I can write at least three or four short stories on Literotica just on her alone. And some on Medium about her psychological profile.
milfs? cougars? matures? (if we talking porn) then yes of course.Like you can tell she was THE hoe back in the day and she just an innocent old woman now? i had to go to downtown LA to get some parts for my car and I stopped in this Wells Fargo thinking about getting an account. Old white woman gonna be like “ I can help you
” I’m chilling not thinking anything of it, chocked it up to me on the nofap shyt, until I noticed she had them intense blowjob eyes
. I’m like bih you probably 45 calm down
. Let’s just say that was the first of many times I felt that energy. I left that bank
I signed up for a new gym and the sales woman was either A. trying real hard to sell me a membership or b. she was wanting to fukk (she's in her 30's)
Too many
Are you bi or are you saying old men who attempted to talk to you were hoes as well?
Are you bi or are you saying old men who attempted to talk to you were hoes as well?
Neither