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I Had A Normal Sex Life, Or So I Thought Until I Discovered Milf Sex

Sexy older woman in a tight pink dressWhat is a normal sex life? I used to think it was all about finding the right girl, someone around my aged (the mid 20s). She would be pretty, slim, intelligent and into everything I was. Naturally, I always dreamed we would settle down and live happily ever after, but that was just a dream. After I left university, I drifted through a series of relationships. Each one was less fulfilling than the last, and I couldn't work out why. We would start out fine, the sex would be great, everything else would fall into place, but we'd eventually start arguing, then fighting. It took a while to realise exactly what was happening, but I had a problem. I couldn't communicate with younger women any more. Everything felt wrong. I was already well on the way to becoming a milfaholic, but I hadn't yet discovered it.

The Day I Discovered the Way to Milfaholic Bliss

One day, I was staying with a girlfriend on the outskirts of town. It was a hot weekend, with blazing sunshine, and we were lounging around in the yard, taking the odd dip in their pool. We were staying at her parents, but so far they weren't around. Naturally, one thing led to another and we were soon naked. My cock was rock hard and my mind was fixed on fucking my girlfriend right there. The sun on my back spurred me on. I can remember the sound of a sprinkler in the background and looking her in the eyes as she felt my throbbing penis. Then, she slipped out from underneath and I fell forwards onto the sun lounger. "I need to make a phone call" she said, an anxious look on her face, "there's something I forgot about at work and it's playing on my mind." To say I was disappointed would be understating things. I was desperate for sex, and had no idea how long she would be gone. "Damn" I told myself, "that's exactly what you get from these young girls."

An Older Woman Enters My Life And Rescues My Weekend

With my girlfriend gone, I lay on my front, feeling myself. I didn't want to masturbate - still hoping she would come back. All I wanted was pussy, and I wanted it bad. Still cursing my luck, I was electrified to feel two hands placed on my back. They felt sensual, experienced. I knew it wasn't my girlfriend, but I didn't know who it could be. "That's nice" I said, purring with happiness. The hands softly massaged between my shoulder blades and moved slowly downwards towards the base of my back. "That's really nice" I murmured. Then I heard a whisper in my ear, "turn over lover, let's have a look at you." When I turned, there she was - a beautiful woman in her mid 40s. She had blonde hair, a gorgeous angelic smile, long legs (which were completely uncovered by her tight shorts) and enormous breasts. You could see her breasts through an unbuttoned shirt, which she was soon removing sexily. "My daughter had to split for work," she told me, taking hold of my erect cock, "I usually like to take over in situations like this." She was soon giving me a fantastic blow job. I was scared I would blow my load too quickly, moaning and holding her blonde hair over my penis. But she was so skillful that my sexual desire rose and rose. I could see where this was heading. This was what it felt like to be a milfaholic, and I loved it. "Now it's time to fuck" she said, rising from her knees. "You do know how to fuck, right?" she asked, provocatively. I nodded my head. Someone was taking control, and I loved it. This was what sex was supposed to be like. Like an alcoholic craving his next drink, I was now a milfaholic desperate for her pussy, and I buried my face in her, licking, trying to savour her smell and taste. Years of sexual frustration were melting away as I explored her. I was becoming a new man - a sexually liberated man, and she was my goddess.

How to Live the Milfaholic Lifestyle From Someone Who Knows

After that weekend, my girlfriend and I split up. We didn't say much, but it was obvious she knew. Maybe her mom made a habit of fucking her boyfriends, or maybe she could see I was tired of her. Either way, I was happy to be free. I was even happier when I logged onto a local hook-ups website and found out how many sexy older women were looking for casual sex. It was incredible. Scrolling down the pages of listings, it became clear that my city as a milfaholic paradise. There were hundreds of them - bbw, slim, black, asian, blonde, brunette, redhead - whatever your taste, you could find them. But, right at the top of the page, there she was. My girlfriend's mom, the milfaholic's mother-lode. Obviously she had a track record of meeting up with younger guys and I wasn't going to let her get away from me. That evening, we fucked, and then we fucked again. It wasn't robotic, empty sex any more. This was real, unbridled, no holds barred fucking and I loved it. There wasn't any talk about a relationship. We just met and fucked, unerstanding that each of us would see other people. Unlike drinkers, for the milfaholic, there is no hangover - just endless sex with kinky, experienced older women. If you're the kind of guy who fantasises about MILFs, I urge you to get online. You're not doing yourself any favours by sticking to younger girls. They are like soft drinks to the hard stuff - so be honest with yourself and embrace the milfaholic lifestyle.

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