It sometimes happens that life loses it's colours when woman reaches her 50s. Her body is still hot, even though it's not that smooth and tight. Her husband, an old man with flabby dick can no longer satisfy her. Continue »

Why is he so strange? Why is he always so horny? Why do I need something more than what he has to give? I know that he tries. I know that he gives me everything he has, and loves me truly.

When he pushes himself deep inside of me, I feel almost nothing. Yes, I may cum, but does that mean that I am truly enjoying our act of so-called 'love.' Or, does it mean that my body is enjoying a warm hand caressing it for once in its semi-short existence, but has yearned to be held for what seems like such a great while?

Am I crazy? Or do I know what I do not want? Does he love me? Or my body? Or does his body love my body?

When we are thrusting our sexes into and against each other it feels so wonderful, yet so empty and fake.

It hurts when he gets out of me. It burns. He holds onto me after.

Maybe I do love him. Maybe that is why we were brought together in the first place. Or maybe I need to learn to stop asking why.

Love is love. Nothing more. I do love him. With every bit of my heart and soul do I love him.

Could I ever leave him?
No.
Never.

Why not?

Because, I would break. I would die.

I need to feel him inside me. I need to gain part of his strength. I need to stop asking why, and start asking why not.

He is my soul. He is my mate. He is my dream that I have been trying to real-ize and create in my own true world. He is everything that I have searched for in my entire of life.

He is all I want. All I need.

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