Elder Sex Stories

Age & Ager

The bulk of SybaRight's sex stories I repeat were scribbled the autumn of 2000: very fast, several dozen in one or two days. Other stories trickled into the mix up until the arrest and censoring in 2006 of Waterman's author. Now I'm trying to get them back up, and streamlined a bit since their previous domain appearance. Now however, just the past couple of months, there have been a flood of new, old-age sexual adventures. Yes, SybaRight has resumed socializing, meeting females: flirting with a dozen, being intimate with a couple. Stand by, I'll try to catch up. Meanwhile I add one important up-to-the-minute note:
I never worried much about impotence coming with old age — I never expected to live till seventy, much less beyond seventy. Now I can say (at seventy and a couple of months): the peter still works, though not as avidly as it once did. BUT: slowing down a bit brings a wholly unexpected benefit: while coming is no longer automatic for me, and an erection may not last long, it returns to erectness all the sooner ... giving the woman multiple orgams more easily than ever!
Details will follow.

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OK. Those just previous are a couple of good ones. (This file was broken off from Innocent Sex [qv].) There's no concealing who Heidi really was for anyone who wants to take the trouble. She must be forty now. What she did, all but the one detail, everyone saw. I doubt that she'll see this, but why should she mind? Grabbing my dick was an accident, right? We should realize that little girls have surer instincts than we credit them for. And any such natural thing should be overlookable in an eight year old. Now let me make sure I at least sketch in today's target point.

I think it is very unattractive for me to be seen fawning over little, tiny girls.
Jack Nicholson

At eighteen I was humiliated to discover that the girl I found so attractive was only fourteen. A couple of years difference seems enormous when you're still growing. At fifteen I was proud to go out with fabulous looking fourteen year olds. (My fourteen year old girl friend when I was fifteen spent that summer dancing in Sinatra's Las Vegas act, passing for twenty-one. You can guess what she looked like at fourteen. You'll meet Dorla in a while. There's no reason for me to conceal her name because she did nothing to be embarrassed about.) But at eighteen, exposed as being attracted to a fourteen year old, I'd wanted to hide under the ground.