I hire lesbian prozzies

I am a 79 year old lesbian and I like young women and I like to make love to them often. Not criminally young but in the their early 20s. So to fulfill my desires I pay to have young lesbian prostitutes and why not I have more than enough money and I sure get my money's worth. There are 5 girls I use regularly at the moment and they will often recommend someone new to me, they are usually new to the game and use me as a kind of teacher I suppose. They give me a good rate for this so everyone is happy. When I was younger I used to be about 50/50 bi-sexual but as I have got older I have gone over to the lezz side more and more. I have a dear old friend I have known over half my life and now his wife has passed away I give him whatever he wants. Like most men he enjoys 69ing and I enjoy doing it with him but that s** with him is the only hetero s** I have anymore.
Are there any other old lesbians out there who hire young girls?

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  • I'm 16 with small t** and shaven tight p**** and want lesbian s**, would you train me. I will submit to you

  • 19 “There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. 20 At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores 21 and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.

    22 “The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. 24 So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’

    25 “But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. 26 And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’

    27 “He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, 28 for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’

    29 “Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’

    30 “‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’

    31 “He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”

  • Here is my story:
    It was a cool Friday evening and I was bored but 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**** and hip 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 on 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.

  • F*** off

    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 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!

    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 word 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.

  • Well thanks that was really relevant to my lezz post!

  • I'm Sue reply to my post

  • Hi darling I'm 60 busty and bi, single I have 3 married female lovers aged 25, 39 & 50 like you l lean more to the l**** side. Last week ln Spain I paid a lesbian prostitute £75, she was 21 and very good value for money.

  • Shame we cannot meet up, we could exchange young lovers names while we s*** each other. I find that I l*** after women all of the time nowadays, I was telling a male friend of mine (the guy I mentioned in my first post and we have s**) and he said that I was having the same thoughts as the average male. I don't l*** after men in the street any more though, just women. But as I said before I do have a male friend who I sleep with fairly regularly but I think of him as a friend first and s** partner second. Some of the lezz prozzies I use I sometimes think that I love having s** with them but don't actually like them - not really making myself clear. I suppose what I am saying is that with these girls it is a matter of L***. I am getting h**** talking about this I think I will go and lay down and put some of my toys to good use. Bye bye luv.

  • Were you from? We could meet ?

  • Rochester, KENT, UK. I would love to meet yo and I could arrange some friends for a party.

  • Sounds good to me, would love a l**** party Sue. How do we meet?

  • I am not the lady named Sue, I am the lezz who wrote the original article and if you (r Sue) live near Rochester in Kent then we can have some girl-on-girl action. Actually I have just given myself an o*****, I woke up feeling very h**** this morning. I must have s** today!

  • Have you f*** your male friend or some juicy young lezzie? I'm meeting Hana tonight for a drink while naked at her flat, a little bit of bondage I think. Sue xxx

  • I am Sue and would love some lezzie action with you

  • Had a few drink and let Hana be dominant for a change, spanked my t*** and a***, put nipple suckers on me as I was bound and fisted me. She is such a good girl

  • Dream about you Sue.

  • We should start a lesbian exchange club?

  • Iv masturbated thinking of you to, my husband watched and wanked over me

  • My l**** lover (the 39yr old Sara) has fisted me left and now my husband is kneeling over me with a hard c*** and om going to w*** him off, till he spunks over my big t***, Sara doesn't let him f*** her but Hana 25 & Julie 50 do

  • Sara want to be a w**** for you

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