I heard some old-school country song (at least it sounded old-school) the other day titled “Older Women Are Better Lovers”. So true, so true. If you’ve read my earlier posts about my experiences with older babes, you know I have a soft spot (or maybe that’s a HARD spot) for them.
Lauren is in the L.A. area and looks like she’d be a warm, sweet fuck, the kind who doesn’t scream when she comes, but rather moans softly and shudders. She reminds me of one of my all-time favorite providers, Cheryl (a.k.a. Talicat) of San Francisco, who I’ll discuss in a future post. Lauren bills herself as a “lover of love” and advertises as a mature escort of 50. I envision a long, slow encounter with her, with lots of passionate kissing, laughing and foreplay. I can see myself bringing her to a couple of those quaking orgasms with my tongue all over her wet little clitoris, then giving her my younger man’s (okay, by 7 years) cock in a fuck session that would start out gentle and end with me pounding her into the bedsheets. Maybe she’d even let me spray a pearl necklace all over her little tits. Oh, man…I’m getting so turned on, I think I better go to the bathroom and jack off
