The love of an old woman

There are many confessions of men on this site who fancy and f*** old women but no girls making this confession - why?
I am a lesbian girl aged 22 and I have never felt attraction for any men only women. Being a lesbian at Uni was great, the environment is very liberal there and girl-on-girl s** is considered cool. I used to have lots of s** at Uni with quite a large group of girls, the Lesbian Soc. was a great one to join. Bi-curious girls would come along to find out what their orientation might be and us dedicated Lesbians would offer to spend an evening with them to help in their investigations. We gave a lot of help and I think we were very helpful.
I have now left Uni and have a job and a nice little flat in London but sexual opportunities are not as great as they were during my degree years.
But all is not lost. On the same level as me there is another flat and is occupied by an 81 year old lovely lady called Molly and we have become firm friends. On many occasions one of us would ring the other to see if they were in and fancied a bit of company and in the end we made it simpler by giving each other a key. When I get home from work I have a shower and then a bite to eat and molly would often pop round and cook the meal and eat it with me. When I came out of the share I would obviously not be fully dressed but just pull on bra and pants, one night I donned suspenders and stockings because I felt sexy. When I appeared Molly just grinned and gave my bottom a little playful slap. So the stockings and suspenders became a permanent thing for us and so did the pats on the bottom. You know it just felt good and right, I had no idea if Molly was a lesbian or bi even, it just felt great.
One Saturday we had eaten our tea and were drinking some wine while watching a sad film on DVD and we both got drunk and were crying our eyes out by the end of the film. When it finished we just hugged one another and started really bawling, the tears were flowing like a waterfall and I could taste Molly's tears and enjoyed the taste of it. My bra had become soaked so I asked Molly to undo me at the back, she did and I removed it and was sitting there wearing only a pair of knickers, suspenders and stockings. We hugged some more and our hands started to explore one another, so I removed my knickers, for some reason (ha ha) they had also become very moist. Molly picked them up and smelt the crotch and then so did I, they smelt of female s** - wonderful. I undressed Molly very slowly and enjoyed every moment of it, she is a very trim lady, quite tall with very nice legs. She has small but beautifully saggy b****** and I started to suck her nipples and I could feel her responding. I kissed her belly and then opened her legs and started to lick her p****, she was by now very moist and tasted wonderful. After Molly had her first o***** I laid back on the sofa and opened my legs very wide, I was also very wet and my l**** were definitely on parade and was obviously inviting her to lick my expectant p****. Molly hesitated and told me that she had never licked out a woman before, in fact until I had just gone down on her she had never been licked out by a woman or a man. I told her that she didn't have to do it, I didn't want her to do anything she felt uncomfortable with. She told me that she really wanted to do it but was very nervous, relax I told her and drink some more wine and after 20 minutes or so she just went for it. For someone who had never done p**** licking before she was very good at it, I guess it's just a natural thing. We carried on love making for hours, my d**** collection got a good workout and my tongue was beginning to ache. By now it was about 3 in the morning so I took her hand to go to bed but before that we went into the shower room. I have a lovely big shower with plenty of room for both of us and I squatted down in front of Molly and asked her to pee over me, which with all the wine we had drunk she found very easy. I was surprised at how much she enjoyed this and when she had finished she squatted down and it was my turn to pee. This was wonderful evening/night and we have had many such since then. I love old women!

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    It was a cool Friday evening and I was bored. Incidentally, I did not want to go for my usual weekend night out. Everything seemed insipid. I was just not happy the way my life was going; wondered why it even bothered me. Usually booze and rough s** and my brand fix would do and I had a string of guys who would do me just for the asking; no just showing up with my well endowed b**** slim waist and "mega" hips that keeps the guys drooling. Just turned 18 and the hormones were raging.

    Finally, I locked my room door and lay on the bed sulking and moody. I put on the stereo but my favorite gigs were insipid too. What's really up with the night. What the f**k is it with this scr**d night? Then suddenly, someone was in my room; live, the lights were on. There was this strange feeling of guilt that enveloped me with his presence. He looked young, handsome and immaculate and I felt so dirty and wretched before him. I hid my face under the pillows and goosebumps rippled through my being like a wave on the sandy beach. Then the longest (about) fifteen minutes of silence I ever had in my life and he spoke: "Why have you been avoiding every overture of mine . . ." I was stunned. Overtures?

  • I never knew him from Adam. I was ruminating on his question and shivering with fear in the interlude of about another 10 minutes. I was getting surprisingly relaxed only that guilt was resident in my heart. The next question showed me that this fellow whoever he may be knew what no other knew about me . . . "you shunned all my entreaties and went and killed my son . . .? (pardon I can't put all the rest of this second part of the question that explored my life down here). I was stunned the more. "killed his son?" I knew instantly what he meant. I yanked off a six week fetus despite the tug of war in my heart to the contrary. I never told anyone; neither my parents nor my best friend knew. I did not know the father of my baby either (but definitely not this fellow standing here) for I had a "gang bang" in a night party two weeks before I missed my period and I was drunk and high. More so I knew I was in my ovulation then. The guilt increased. He seems to allow my heart to absorb his questions before the next one. Then he asked the one I knew was the last; "supposing you die now . . . where are you going to?" I knew immediately that the "man" who could enter my room while the door was securely locked could take my life without even a snap of the fingers. The fear was back with the goosebumps and the guilt intensely multiplied! I began to shiver and quake with sobs and tears streamed freely. The next 10-15 minute was like eternity. I literally saw h***; where I was going to if I had died. I thought the guilt would crush me. Then he did the unimaginable, it was not a question, it was a liberating statement. "An***a (he called my middle name which no one ever called me, not even my parents or at school for everyone called me by my first name) your sins are forgiven . . . for I died for you". Waooooh!

  • I'm 60yr old 40gg and bi, my husband has for the past 10yrs been OK with me having lesbian lovers. I tell him all about it as he f**** me. On occasions we have a 3sm if my lover agrees. You are a generous young woman to give an older woman lesbian loving. Id like yo meet you.

  • The guilt was gone instantly, I felt new . . . a song simultaneously was triggered in my heart like a skillful DJ had tuned it. I knew instantly (honestly these pieces of knowledge are beyond me) that my name was written in "the book that mattered the most" (whatever that meant) and I also knew him; the one that created me, the one that died for me. I had avoided him all my life and in fact hated him in spite of the fact that my mom knew him and taught us about him. I stood up to embrace him but he was gone; just like he came. The song in my heart was then on my lips (a song I never sang before);
    I am saved,
    my heart is healed
    No more tugged by sin . . .

    The next week was even more stupefying. I lost the desire for booze, for "my brand fix" for clubbing, stripping, "gang bangs" and the wayward life I'd lived. I only wanted to read a copy of the bible especially the New Testament.I wanted to know him the more. I saw that he said the same liberating W*** ("your sins are forgiven") to a w**** like me in Luke seven vs forty eight. That was my best day so far in my life; the day I read that chapter.

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