Thus, in the course of a study, scientists at the University of Massachusetts found that between the ages of 50 and 65, most women experience a decline in sexual activity or completely cease to be interested in sex. But after 70 years, ladies experience a real rebirth.
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Scientists have found that at this very advanced age, old women stop thinking about knitting and grandchildren and begin to become increasingly interested in intimacy. Thus, during the survey, more than 50% of respondents over the age of 70 admitted that sex is a very significant aspect of their lives.
At the same time, among women whose age is in the range of 55-69 years, only 43% are interested in intimate life. Scientists believe that the increase in libido is explained by the fact that in old age women are no longer burdened with worries about their career or family.
In addition, there is no risk of getting pregnant. Therefore, ladies focus on their own pleasures. After the bold statement of scientists, men will certainly begin to convert more close attention on old women who were previously unfairly ignored.
At the same time, scientists have found that lonely old women are the most active in sex - that is, those who do not have a partner or whose spouse is no longer capable of sexual intercourse due to age.
However, as sexologist Oleg Shevchenko notes, such scientific discoveries can negatively affect a person. "There is a need to meet the standards stated by others. In other words, if everyone around says that they are sexually active in old age, then a particular person who is not capable of such actions and does not feel the need for them will feel a certain inferiority." expert "Moskovsky Komsomolets".
The sexologist emphasizes that the age of sexual activity is a very individual concept. Therefore, you should not risk your health and, for the sake of stereotypes, try to increase libido in some unnatural way - for example, with medication.
Remember the common phrase that after fifty life is just beginning? We absolutely agree with her, especially when there are so many colorful examples before our eyes.
85-year-old woman who likes to take matters into her own hands
Elena Nikolaevna lives in Moscow. She has two children, eight grandchildren and already eight great-grandchildren. This incredible woman never sits still: she has traveled half the world, does yoga, swimming and... goes to sex training.
Elena Nikolaevna has a man, and he is 20 years younger than her. It seems, what can young coaches teach if they already have vast experience behind them? The lady is confident that she will improve her skills, be it foreign language or the same sex, necessary. In an interview with the media, Elena Nikolaevna said that modern men There are not enough skills, so you have to take everything into your own hands. Including accessories for sex, which are discussed in detail during the training. The last time Elena Nikolaevna visited the Sex.RF training center was to take the “” course. One should not think that such events are the height of vulgarity: much more than “toys”, the trainings pay attention to sexual health and how to properly lead an intimate life at age.
Sexologists say that sex is not just a natural pleasure, but also a way to keep fit and increase life expectancy. Now the center is holding a promotion - all pensioners are provided with the training “Sex at a beautiful age”, you just need to present a pension certificate.
81-year-old Instagram star from Nakhodka
(Events unfold in Tula from 1964-1994)
This erotic novel in 36 stories is written based on the diaries of Evgeniy Schwartz, who emigrated to Israel in early 1994. In this work, the names and surnames of the characters and specific places of individual historical actions have been changed, and the time of the unfolding events has been changed in some way. And the rest, I assure you, everything is pure and frank, the truth, although very bitter in some places, but...
At that distant time, the Tula settlement was not particularly different from other similar provincial Russian cities. He was not too religious, rather of patriarchal traditions, with old habits and new emerging young talents. And therefore, all these incredible events could happen in any corner of Russia, with any little boy, and subsequently with a young man, a man. But still, most of these stories happened directly in Tula and not with anyone, namely Zhenya Schwartz. Many adult men and women will probably remember similar incidents from their distant childhood and early youth. There will be, of course, orthodox readers who will pretend to be indignant and say that this has never happened to them and that, in essence, it cannot happen. But I just don’t believe them!
Please make yourself comfortable and get acquainted. This little boy's name is Zhenka Schwartz. Five months ago he turned four years old. He lived with his mother and father in a working-class area of the city of Tula, in a small house on Shtykova Street, 51, in the courtyard. Zhenya huddled in his tiny walk-through room and slept on his new small single bed, which he had dreamed of for so long, because for several years before that he had slept on a homemade creaky wooden cot with the menacing name “goats”.
***
It was an ordinary early summer morning, and on the calendar it was the seventh of June 1964, Sunday. Through a sweet dream, Zhenya heard a not loud and not hasty conversation between Baba Mani and his mother.
“You can’t take him with you, he’s already big,” said the grandmother.
“The last time I was simply dumbfounded when I saw his eyes. The way he looked at me, I was even ashamed. He opened his little eyes, grabbed my crotch with them and looked and looked.
“Why are you mom, he’s still just a child, and how can he understand anything, it’s even funny,” answered Zhenya’s mother.
“But all the same, you don’t need to take him with you to the women’s bathhouse anymore,” Baba Manya insisted.
“Does he have a father?” she reasoned out loud.
“Yes,” the grandmother answered herself.
- Let Semyon take him with him to the men’s bathhouse.
Zhenya had already completely forgotten how he went to the bathhouse with his mother and grandmother last time, but this involuntarily overheard conversation suddenly made his tenacious childhood memory return to one spring Sunday morning.
Zhenya stretched sweetly, turned over on his stomach and, half asleep, vivid memories swam before his eyes. In fact, it was so pleasant, pleasant, that I didn’t want to wake up. Zhenya remembered how he and his mother and grandmother washed themselves in the city bathhouse. How, having quickly undressed him first, his mother and grandmother were still undressing, sitting on the bench of the dressing room, and he ran to the door leading to the bathhouse itself, in order for the last time before it to draw as much cool air into his lungs as possible and with it burst into the unbearable heat.
Mom and grandmother, taking Zhenya by the hands, the three of them entered the hot and humid room. Thick clouds of steam walked like clouds driven by a strong wind. Cold drops of water falling from the ceiling onto the head and shoulders bit hard, like angry mosquitoes, filling the room of the common women's bathhouse with some kind of fabulously strange, rather mysterious atmosphere. Almost nothing was visible, only barely noticeable in the white steam, naked bodies of people flashed. Mom and grandmother led Zhenya by the hand to the bath bed and, sitting him down, took the iron bowls and, filling them with hot water, were the first to begin lathering themselves with thick, whipped white foam, like vanilla marshmallows. For some reason they had especially much of it in their armpits and lower abdomen. It hung in large pieces, like cotton wool, and reminded Zhenya of the beard of “Father Frost,” who came to congratulate him at home in New Year. From time to time, curly black hairs appeared through this cotton wool. Even then, Zhenya thought: “That’s great! You probably don’t need to wear panties; it’s so warm, and the wind won’t blow into your armpits when you’re racing around the yard on a bicycle!”
He even laughed and began to fidget on the couch.
“Sit still,” mother said, and her soapy hand besieged Zhenya.
Naked aunties and grown-up girls walked past them with gangs filled with hot water, and Zhenya saw their tits bouncing, swaying from side to side as they walked, splashing with droplets of water flying from their steamed tips. Zhenya sat on a stone trestle bed and rubbed his arms, legs and chest with a prickly washcloth and soap. He deliberately lathered a lot of foam on himself in order to somehow hide from two dozen curious eyes of the opposite sex, which, as it seemed to him, were doing nothing but just looking at him. Grandma stood in front of him and, squeezing some egg shampoo into her palm, cheerfully commanded:
“Quickly close your eyes, otherwise it will sting!” and, like a cat, she grabbed his head with both hands, rubbing the shampoo with hard fingers.
- Don’t you open your eyes? - asked the grandmother.
“No,” Zhenya answered.
“Now I’ll pour some warm water on you from the gang,” she explained. And the warm, pleasant water rolled heavily but quickly onto Zhenya’s head. Zhenya opened his eyes slightly, and wow... right in front of his nose, glistening, a hairy, curly, black, slightly triangular ball was trembling and moving slightly, from which a barely noticeable dark path of tiny hairs stretched up his plump tummy to his navel. It was a real grandma's squeak. So shaggy that Zhenya could barely see the darkening vertical fold running from the lower abdomen to the crotch. The hairs in it were especially thick, they were curled into small braids along which streams of soap flowed like grooves, and droplets of water hung at the very ends. And this “grandmother’s miracle” ended with a fur comb, similar to grandma’s big comb, sticking out between her legs. He wrapped his light eyelashes into the left and right groin of his slightly tanned, smooth thighs. And the lateral black hairs of this “miracle” slightly reached the rounded bones of my grandmother’s forty-three-year-old, elastic, wide pelvis. Zhenya was numb. He had never seen anything like this before. He himself did not understand what attracted him so much.
“Well, hairs and hairs, what’s wrong with that,” thought Zhenya. But there was something in these hairs, braids, folds, comb and eyelashes that made Zhenya want to look and look at them, he wanted to stroke his grandmother’s pussy like a black fluffy kitten, and maybe even cuddle up to her and kiss her. But not like a pussy, but like part of the body of his beloved grandmother or like a kitten, however, Zhenya did not dare to do this. He suddenly felt scared and his chest was bubbling.
His stupor was interrupted by a new flurry of warm water from the gang and Zhenya breathed out a sigh of relief:
- Ugh…
- Isn't it hot? - asked the grandmother.
“No...” he said, stuttering slightly.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
“Nothing,” Zhenya answered.
“Stop looking at one point, “shy,” said Grandma Manya and turned Zhenya’s head away from her with her hand.
“Well, then, granddaughter, lie down on your tummy, on the trestle bed, now I’ll wash your back,” the grandmother informed. Zhenya lay down obediently on his stomach. His face was in front of his mother's back. Mom sat in front of him, rubbing her feet with a washcloth and talking to some girl. While soaping her heels and soles, she periodically leaned forward, and Zhenya’s gaze revealed a new miracle, a new mystery of the female naked body. At that moment, Zhenya did not perceive the person sitting with his back to him as his mother. It actually seemed to him that it was not his mother, but someone else’s aunt, and she didn’t notice him, that Zhenya was absolutely invisible.
- Zhenya thought to himself, “I should tell Shurka and Sanka about this, they’ll be jealous!”
Grandma, meanwhile, began to soap his back, butt, and legs. Moving closer to the head, Baba Manya carefully rubbed Zhenya’s neck and shoulders with a slippery, prickly washcloth. Near Zhenya’s right cheek, lightly touching it, two grandmother’s breasts swayed meatily. They were large and heavy, with a beautiful shape, as Zhenya thought. At their tips there were dark red circles, slightly smaller than the lid of a jar of shoe polish, with multiple small pimples, and in the middle of these circles stood two cherry-colored nipples, the size of a mother’s thimble. These tit nipples tickled his cheek every now and then, and one clung to the right nostril of Zhenya’s nose, while the tits swayed, hitting each other, slightly making a smacking wet sound. Droplets of water and fragrant grandmother’s sweat collected on the nipples, swollen from the hot bath, and fell onto Zhenya’s lips. As he licked them, he tasted the taste of baked milk and honey. Zhenya closed his eyes, opening his mouth slightly, and the left nipple slipped across his lips and tongue, leaving a feeling of elasticity and sweetness. Turning his head and resting his chin on the stone trestle bed, Zhenya began to look at his mother’s butt. Only now he saw that it was smooth and round, divided into two identical halves. On each of them she spontaneously moved left to right, back and forth, expelling small soap bubbles from under her.
“Wow,” Zhenya whispered and smiled. Mom leaned forward once again, and a “mysterious creature” appeared before his children’s eyes. This “creature” looked like a large river shell with two doors, the kind Zhenya found in the flood lakes of the Oka River last summer, when he and his parents went to pick mushrooms near the city of Aleksin.
“Exactly, it was a shell,” he decided, only it was all overgrown with curled hair, and a small finger stuck out between two large swollen flaps.
“Yeah, that means my mother’s pussy is growing, just like mine, but it’s still very small,” thought Zhenya.
“Turn over on your back,” said the grandmother, and Zhenya turned over. His pussy began to brazenly stick out upward, like a young acorn, resting on two unripe peas, and looked like a funny addition next to feminine forms mothers and grandmothers. Baba Manya turned her back to Zhenka and, leaning forward, began to wash his feet with a washcloth. Zhenya fixed his eyes on his grandmother’s butt. She was more like my mother's. Her well-fed buns, like little humps, rose slightly to her waist, and her entire butt resembled two down pillows. Two flat furry wings stuck out from the lower part of its halves, firmly stuck to the damp thighs, between which, shamelessly, a crescent rolled out two hairy bagels of a buttery color. And everything that had previously been covered in front by a fur comb was now revealed to Zhenya in close-up and turned at different angles. The hairy, ruddy donuts ended right next to the very hole of the butt, which was lightly covered with dark plush fluff around it. Zhenya turned his gaze to his grandmother’s boobs. Squeezing into the circle of Zhenya’s legs, together with the washcloth they dragged them back and forth, rubbing them until they shine, pressing pleasantly, knocking Zhenya’s knees with their thimble nipples. Then they dragged two heavy weights over Zhenya’s protruding acorn. Zhenya shouted:
“It’s ticklish!” and he laughed.
“Well, then everything else is mine,” said Grandma Manya and went towards the shower stalls.
The hot steam sank so low that the bodies of people were visible only up to the waist. And Zhenya looked after the departing grandmother, admiring how she walked, wagging her round, steamy butt.
“Mom, let me wash your back!” Zhenya said cheerfully.
“Wash it,” my mother answered and lay down on her stomach. Zhenya took a washcloth. He began to slowly move along the back, simultaneously touching his mother’s hot figure with all his fingers. The hand walked along the sides of the body, bending around the protruding balls of the half-covered hard tits, jumped over the halves of the rounded butt, slightly touching the pliable lamb hairs sticking out guiltily from the inside of the meat buns pushed together. Zhenya really liked it. He washed the washcloth again in the gang and ran it over his butt again, thereby washing away all the foam from the beautiful hairs and saw how they twisted into crazy hair spirals, experiencing something shy and proud.
“Thank you,” said mom, sitting down in her original place. Zhenya looked at the showers. From the thick swirling steam, his legs came toward him, then the lower half of his grandmother. She carried her body lightly, the black cocked hat of the squeak, with the edges of a double-sided comb, grabbed one and then the other thigh. Still flowing streams of water furrowed her resinous hairy pussy; when she walked, she moved as if alive, quickly approaching Zhenya’s face, becoming larger, larger and larger. She touched her nose and gently hit her forehead, lips, cheeks!
“Oh!” the grandmother screamed.
“You can’t see anything in such a fog!” she continued.
- Zhenya, did I hurt you?
“No, grandma,” he said affectionately.
- And I was singing and dancing in my soul. He kissed “grandmother’s miracle.”
“Hurray!” Zhenya shouted silently.
*
“Zhenya, Zhenya, son... get up,” my mother sang quietly in her ear.
- It's already morning. Get ready to go to the bathhouse with dad, otherwise you’ve become dirty like piglets,” she added.
- Will you and grandma wash with us? - asked Zhenya.
- No, son, grandma and I will wash separately. And after kissing him on the forehead, mother and grandmother walked out the door.
“That’s great,” Zhenya shouted and got out of bed.
City bathhouse No. 1 was not far from their house, so Zhenya and his father went on foot. They walked along Arsenalnaya, then Komsomolskaya streets, past “Bread Factory No. 3” and came to the intersection of Maxim Gorky and Oktyabrskaya streets. A large steamship, emitting white steam, stood on a hillock, between dilapidated houses, a city bathhouse.
“Finally, I’ll wash with the men,” Zhenya thought, holding his father’s hand and skipping along beside him, trying to keep up.
They went straight to the second floor of the bathhouse. My father was met by an uncle in a white robe. Dad told him:
- Hello Uncle Vanya!
“Hello,” Uncle Vanya answered dryly. His father gave him 20 kopecks for two, it was half the price of the tickets, and Uncle Vanya escorted them to the shower.
“Hurray,” Zhenya shouted, running into a separate shower room. It was clean and cozy there, just him and dad.
Zhenya was washing himself in the shower, and out of the corner of his eye he examined his father’s pussy. It was long and thick, like a large sausage, open and you could see a round head with a hole in the center. Dense black jungle grew around the “sausage”, and on the sides of it dangled, namely, two huge testicles, with sparse hair like springs. Zhenya examined his pussy and thought:
“I wish it would grow up to be as big as my dad’s.” Then I would definitely show it to my mother and grandmother, they would definitely like it.
“Eh-heh-heh,” Zhenya said as he exhaled.
When their mother arrived home, she met them and, smiling, asked Zhenya:
- Have my pink piglets washed themselves?
“Yes!” answered Zhenya.
“Well, then let’s have tea with gingerbread,” she said and went to put the samovar in the kitchen. Zhenya ran after her and, lowering his head, quietly asked: “Mom, why don’t you have a pussy like dad and I?” Mom looked at him, laughed for a long time, and then answered:
- A long, long time ago, when I was a little girl, I also had a pussy. But one summer, it was very hot, I didn’t listen to my mom and didn’t put on panties. So, a big dog running past bit off my pussy!
“Really?” Zhenya asked in surprise and fear.
- And grandma too?
“And at grandma’s,” my mother repeated, laughing.
“Mom, I will never walk without panties,” Zhenya assured.
“That’s good,” said mom.
And the four of them drank hot, aromatic tea with gingerbread, and Zhenya was very happy that he had such good ones: mom, dad and grandmother.
If you like older women and feel the need for a strong-willed and gentle hand As an experienced “mommy”, the idea of seducing such an adult lady has probably come to your mind more than once. You can be attracted to anything about her: her experience, mental maturity, responsibility, character, facial contours and body shape. Don’t be afraid of this if your interest in an older woman is stronger than your desire for young girls. For you, she is charming and attractive, you play out the most daring stories with her in your mind, so why not try to seduce her?
Unlike young girls whose life experience usually quite limited, older women usually know what they want. They know what makes them attractive, what men pay attention to, what to wear and how to “present” themselves. This is good because you are much less likely to have to listen to her naive worries about “nobody understands me” or “I don’t know what to wear.” In addition, it is generally more pleasant and interesting to communicate with such a lady than with a capricious young beauty with unformed views on life.
Sexual desire in mature women is usually higher than in twenty-year-old women. If they like a man, they can easily approach him and begin to provoke him with gestures, intonations, and posture. Therefore, if you feel a strong attraction to a certain person, perhaps this is partly due to her.
How to seduce an experienced lady
The first thing you need to do to seduce any woman you like is to approach her and get to know her. If you stand quietly on the sidelines and just watch her, without even trying to show minimal activity, your fantasies will remain fantasies. Therefore, pull yourself together and act boldly.
To seduce a woman, make her feel special, desired, and show interest in her. Show her that you like her and feel sexually attracted to her, and then, if it is mutual, you may not even have to make much effort: she will do the rest herself.
What problems may await you in a relationship with an accomplished woman?
An older woman usually has her own habits and outlook on life. This is also accompanied by: an established social circle, girlfriends, relatives, possibly children, husbands and lovers, problems at work... In addition to you, she, as a rule, has many more things to do. And in you she can see an eternal “boy” who needs to be raised, looked after, taught everything all the time, but who pampers her with his attention and quenches her sexual hunger. In addition, you should prepare for unexpected, sometimes unpleasant reactions to your relationship from other people. Are you ready for such tests?
