Elder woman Stories

The mountain peaks offer a surprising backdrop against the immense turquoise sea. It is breathtaking. Victoria was right, this is exactly what we need. This morning, the water was clearer than I’d ever seen. We saw a massive bull shark while snorkeling. It scared the shit out of me, but Vickie didn’t flinch. Instead, she freaking followed it! She is fearless. But sometimes, she shouldn’t be. We’ve got plenty to be scared...

Jenny leaned against the bar in the nightclub that belonged to the resort. She and Veronica had finished dinner, and then gone to the piano bar for a few drinks. By 1 am the club had opened its doors and Jenny, Veronica and maybe another fifty people had walked into it. Among those people were the two women they had seen in the restaurant. Veronica had gone to the bathroom and left Jenny in charge of watching the two wome...

Parkour is how I broke my neck; to be specific, missing the ledge of a wall. After a stint in the hospital, I got to go home to my own bed in my apartment. My head and neck were held perfectly still by a metal brace that literally screwed into my skull. My injury required me to lie in bed on my back without moving for a full week. After that – for six more weeks – I’d be free to walk around in the Frankensteinian contrapt...

There was an elder woman I had been seeing, and although we were no longer together in any way, we remained good friends. When visiting, it wasn't unusual for her to end the visit by seducing me. At the time of this story, she was in her mid to late sixties, and I was in my late forties, or early fifties; we had been friends for two or three years. Although we knew, shared, and had delighted each other's body many times b...

They say that as you get older past memories will always come flooding back whilst those of today are soon forgotten.  Here is one of my many reminiscences, if it sounds familiar let it be, for I write for pleasure not personal reward.It was a barmy summer’s day so with an itching to get on the bike I said bye to my parents and set off down the road.  Living in Eastcote it wasn’t long before I hit the open countryside, so...