Sometimes I go through long periods without sex, I lose interest, I focus on other things in my life.
But there are other moments when I'm consumed by lust, I can't get the sex out of my mind and my mind always circles around the same theme. This is quite difficult when you don't have a man beside you.
I've been a widow since 30, and I'm now 34, I got married at 19 years old as a virgin. Although I've resigned myself to being a widow because I couldn't find a man like the one I had, and I also don't want to get married again, I'm doing well this way, I remember with desperation the sex we used to have, since it made me enjoy the most unimaginable ways, and both of us were very sexual.
I've tried all ways to calm myself down during my moments of lust. In the early days of widowhood, everyone you know sticks to you, I don't know what's going on in men's heads, but it seems that consoling widows excites them. From my husband's work colleagues to his personal friends, they've all made advances towards me. At first, I resisted because it didn't seem right to me, but later when I had my first uncontrollable heat moments, I lost my head and I f**ked two of my husband's friends, of course not together.
I asked the last one why men are attracted to widows and he told me that in his case, it wasn't true, that when they played cards, my husband would tell them about how I was in bed and what we did, so everyone had a craving for me. And then, on top of that, the first friend told me with great detail about the things we did. He also suggested we make a trio, but honestly, at that time it gave me a little fear and I didn't accept. But I must confess that many nights to masturbate I would resort to that fantasy.
Since my husband was an idiot, I couldn't tell who was approaching me with those intentions, so I distanced myself from the men related to him.
I wonder what things he's told them, because we really did everything and didn't We had nothing, we were quite stupid. I'll tell you, I'm a bit chubby, I'm 1.60 meters tall, black eyes, I'm from Paraguay and I moved to live in Buenos Aires over 15 years ago. Good hips and 110 breasts, as you will see very big.
After moving away from my husband's friends, a neighbor who lived next to us made a move on me. I thought it was an opportunity since my husband only greeted them, so there was no risk of him not telling anyone. But while he was putting himself on me, he told me that he had been hot for me since he moved into the building, as through the walls he could hear the moans from the sex my husband and I would have.
I thought it better to leave him, as I didn't want gossip spreading in the neighborhood. So I decided that a stranger was best, so they wouldn't know my reputation.
So I started posting ads online on dating sites and found some men, but most of them were a disappointment, both in sex and people, I realized that many lied.
After passing through a period of apathy, I met a man through one of the ads. He managed to wake me up from my lethargy by sending me Whatsapps, sending pictures, chatting. I had gotten hot like a slut, I lived masturbating and he did too
But one day he disappeared, didn't write or respond anymore. It was a huge disappointment.
But at that point, what was I doing with such heat?
Since then, I can't bring myself down to the level of lust, so I have some occasional cyber lovers (to avoid encounters and disappointments) I look at porn pictures and let my fantasy run wild, all to get hot and have some mind-blowing orgasms that leave me satisfied for a little while
I slowly slide towards my pussy (as they say in Argentina), remembering the fingers of my macho husband, digging into my vagina filled with desire, rubbing against my clitoris and I shudder seeing the pictures of my husband's enormous member and I say: God! How much I need you!
I search for my comforter in my drawer that we bought to play together, so real, so similar to your member and yet so remotely different. I put it in my mouth imagining the immense pleasure you would have given me Your cock in my mouth makes me want to devour it, I lap up your wetness, slowly tracing the head with my tongue, circling and taking it all in with my mouth as I suck, imagining your pulses. I caress it completely, softly touching it with my hands... and I surrender to my passion, totally possessed by your memory.
My hands roam over my swollen breasts, fingers tracing the nipples, squeezing them slowly to build pressure.
I remove the cock from my saliva-soaked mouth and pass it over my face, nipples, and belly, wanting to recall exactly how you caressed me with your stiff and vibrating cock.
I make it traverse all of my wet sex, its head pushing to enter, to open me up. But I'm completely open and eager, and it enters easily, all the way in.
For an instant, I remain still, feeling the fullness of the member inside, feeling completely filled and excited. I lift myself with it still inside and mount the pillow, as if I were mounting you, but I feel you behind me, your warm breath on my neck, your tongue tracing my spine, your voice whispering in my ear your desire.
Without realizing it, I'm moving, arching my body from the pleasure, having you inside without having you, my clitoris rubbing against the pillow, my nipples the sheets... and an orgasm tears through my body, melting me from the inside out, leaving everything drenched with my hot liquids, with uncontrollable and delicious spasms.
I remain still, feeling the depth of my orgasm, imagining your warm semen filling me completely.
Slowly, I slide into bed, needing to recover my breath and imagine your embrace.
I fall asleep with you inside, without you being there, imagining your presence...
And it's not the same as having a man made of flesh and bone, nothing like a good hard, pulsing, and wet cock...
Later, I'll tell you all about it in detail when my neighbor came to screw me all night. of week...
But there are other moments when I'm consumed by lust, I can't get the sex out of my mind and my mind always circles around the same theme. This is quite difficult when you don't have a man beside you.
I've been a widow since 30, and I'm now 34, I got married at 19 years old as a virgin. Although I've resigned myself to being a widow because I couldn't find a man like the one I had, and I also don't want to get married again, I'm doing well this way, I remember with desperation the sex we used to have, since it made me enjoy the most unimaginable ways, and both of us were very sexual.
I've tried all ways to calm myself down during my moments of lust. In the early days of widowhood, everyone you know sticks to you, I don't know what's going on in men's heads, but it seems that consoling widows excites them. From my husband's work colleagues to his personal friends, they've all made advances towards me. At first, I resisted because it didn't seem right to me, but later when I had my first uncontrollable heat moments, I lost my head and I f**ked two of my husband's friends, of course not together.
I asked the last one why men are attracted to widows and he told me that in his case, it wasn't true, that when they played cards, my husband would tell them about how I was in bed and what we did, so everyone had a craving for me. And then, on top of that, the first friend told me with great detail about the things we did. He also suggested we make a trio, but honestly, at that time it gave me a little fear and I didn't accept. But I must confess that many nights to masturbate I would resort to that fantasy.
Since my husband was an idiot, I couldn't tell who was approaching me with those intentions, so I distanced myself from the men related to him.
I wonder what things he's told them, because we really did everything and didn't We had nothing, we were quite stupid. I'll tell you, I'm a bit chubby, I'm 1.60 meters tall, black eyes, I'm from Paraguay and I moved to live in Buenos Aires over 15 years ago. Good hips and 110 breasts, as you will see very big.
After moving away from my husband's friends, a neighbor who lived next to us made a move on me. I thought it was an opportunity since my husband only greeted them, so there was no risk of him not telling anyone. But while he was putting himself on me, he told me that he had been hot for me since he moved into the building, as through the walls he could hear the moans from the sex my husband and I would have.I thought it better to leave him, as I didn't want gossip spreading in the neighborhood. So I decided that a stranger was best, so they wouldn't know my reputation.
So I started posting ads online on dating sites and found some men, but most of them were a disappointment, both in sex and people, I realized that many lied.
After passing through a period of apathy, I met a man through one of the ads. He managed to wake me up from my lethargy by sending me Whatsapps, sending pictures, chatting. I had gotten hot like a slut, I lived masturbating and he did too
But one day he disappeared, didn't write or respond anymore. It was a huge disappointment.
But at that point, what was I doing with such heat?
Since then, I can't bring myself down to the level of lust, so I have some occasional cyber lovers (to avoid encounters and disappointments) I look at porn pictures and let my fantasy run wild, all to get hot and have some mind-blowing orgasms that leave me satisfied for a little while
I slowly slide towards my pussy (as they say in Argentina), remembering the fingers of my macho husband, digging into my vagina filled with desire, rubbing against my clitoris and I shudder seeing the pictures of my husband's enormous member and I say: God! How much I need you!
I search for my comforter in my drawer that we bought to play together, so real, so similar to your member and yet so remotely different. I put it in my mouth imagining the immense pleasure you would have given me Your cock in my mouth makes me want to devour it, I lap up your wetness, slowly tracing the head with my tongue, circling and taking it all in with my mouth as I suck, imagining your pulses. I caress it completely, softly touching it with my hands... and I surrender to my passion, totally possessed by your memory.
My hands roam over my swollen breasts, fingers tracing the nipples, squeezing them slowly to build pressure.
I remove the cock from my saliva-soaked mouth and pass it over my face, nipples, and belly, wanting to recall exactly how you caressed me with your stiff and vibrating cock.
I make it traverse all of my wet sex, its head pushing to enter, to open me up. But I'm completely open and eager, and it enters easily, all the way in.
For an instant, I remain still, feeling the fullness of the member inside, feeling completely filled and excited. I lift myself with it still inside and mount the pillow, as if I were mounting you, but I feel you behind me, your warm breath on my neck, your tongue tracing my spine, your voice whispering in my ear your desire.
Without realizing it, I'm moving, arching my body from the pleasure, having you inside without having you, my clitoris rubbing against the pillow, my nipples the sheets... and an orgasm tears through my body, melting me from the inside out, leaving everything drenched with my hot liquids, with uncontrollable and delicious spasms.
I remain still, feeling the depth of my orgasm, imagining your warm semen filling me completely.
Slowly, I slide into bed, needing to recover my breath and imagine your embrace.
I fall asleep with you inside, without you being there, imagining your presence...
And it's not the same as having a man made of flesh and bone, nothing like a good hard, pulsing, and wet cock...
Later, I'll tell you all about it in detail when my neighbor came to screw me all night. of week...
45 comentários - I'm a widow and need sex can't take it anymore
Es dificil conseguir a alquien similar o quien congeniar.. Pareja para vivir y compartir tu vida, no te va a ser facil... para hecharte un par de polvos, te van a sobrar....un beso.
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