Tales of a Lagan Lover

mutual pleasure, hands everywhere, trousers down, skirt up, bra unhooked, one hand luxuriating in a moist heaven, another stroking the core of my existence.

frenzy

the whimpering increases, i don't want this moment to end.

shuddering girlish laughter, watch the carpet, its over, eyes open, hansen and lineker are still debating the last offside.

The women I sleep with these days are getting older, and so am I. Sex is becoming very different. 20 years ago I did all the work and hoped it made them as happy as me.

Now things are changing the other night I found myself being well and truly ridden by an ostensibly strait laced and sensible woman. After some standard foreplay she mounted me and made herself very happy, not that I was complaining it was great. Its just that I realised that the balance had changed, I wasn't in control, I wasn't driving things forward. In simple terms I wasn't the primary recipient of the pleasure.

I have read about the way women awaken sexually in their thirties I am now encountering the proof. I am looking forward to some great times over the next twenty or thirty years. No more teenagers or twenty somethings for me, just experienced focused ladies.