Passionate Orgasms
My most beautiful erotic experiences, my most passionate orgasms, have always been—and still are—with men who are at least ten or twenty years older than me.
To borrow the term MILF (Mother I’d Like to Fuck), for me it’s OMILF—Older Men I’d Like to Fuck.
I love it when a man knows what he’s doing, when he treats me with respect. I don’t like wimps; I like men.
Five hours with a gorgeous MILF
Like Gregor. He’d asked me out for a five-hour date at his house. “I’d love to meet a gorgeous MILF—or to put it another way: I just want to meet a great woman,” he said.
His house was isolated in the countryside, he was significantly older than me, and he wanted to have a great evening—would I be up for coming over?
Actually, I wasn’t too keen on driving alone from Hamburg to a secluded country house at night in January.
On the other hand, I love adventure and the unknown.
So off I went.
The white country house
It was truly secluded there. The white house stood at the end of a dirt road. As I drove into the yard, a tall, slender man came out. He was wearing tight jeans, great suede shoes, and a crisp white shirt. He opened my car door (I love that!) and greeted me with the words, “How lovely that you’re here.” He smiled at me.
The house was beautiful, warm, and very cozy. We went into the living room, which was softly lit by warm light. The fire in the fireplace was flickering. It smelled wonderful.
I immediately felt comfortable and safe in this man’s presence.
Erotic tension every minute
After just five minutes, we were chatting away, sharing a fascinating mix of exciting, funny, and interesting stories. And yet, there was a subtle erotic tension between us at every moment. Not loud or intrusive. Quietly arousing. Always there.
In that beautiful, white-painted room, Gregor had a huge sofa where we were sitting.
Green lingerie with garters
I was wearing a tight dress, underneath which was beautiful green lingerie with garters.
And incredibly arousing high heels.
Although my outfit didn’t fit in with the countryside at all, I felt completely at ease. It didn’t even take half an hour before I was sitting on the sofa in my dress, legs crossed, without my high heels, listening to his stories and drinking white wine.
Arousal without touch
Gregor was very attentive, but he didn’t touch me. No pouncing on me, no clumsy attempts to get close. And yet I found the situation erotic; his voice, his scent, his unobtrusiveness aroused me.
We began talking about my life as an escort.
His questions were open and interested, his remarks appreciative and respectful. I felt myself drawn to him more and more.
He ran his hands over my breasts.
At some point, he gently took my hand.
Nothing more.
I leaned toward him and kissed him. For a first kiss, it was much more intense and longer than I had planned. He kissed me with a knowing passion, took me in his arms. Not too gently, not too tightly—just right.
He aroused me, and I aroused him.
I took off my dress; he admired my body, ran his hands over my skin, letting them glide gently over my breasts. He took my nipples between his fingers and played with them. He squeezed them, tugged at them, and began to lick them gently. Not once was he rough or did anything wrong. It was intuitive, it was perfect, and I grew wet.
His fingers slid into my wet slit
His fingers slid into my slit and skillfully massaged my clitoris. He did it as if we’d known each other for years and had made love a thousand times. He sensed me like no one before him.
I began to moan.
So far, Gregor was still dressed, and he was in no hurry to change that.
As he rubbed me, he began to lick me.
He was rubbing me harder now, more insistently. My clit was hard and swollen. I thrust my pelvis toward him. I began to forget that I had actually come to give him pleasure.
My juices were running down my legs.
I felt like he was everywhere, and everything he did aroused me more and more.
My juices began to run down my legs, his fingers slid inside me.
I moaned with excitement.
“Let me pleasure you,” I said.
He ignored my words and took me with his fingers. It was better than most of the penises I’d had inside me so far.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He looked at me, kissed me with tender wildness. Then he took my hand and guided it to my clitoris.
“Let me see what you desire,” he said.
As I rubbed myself, he looked at me, kissed me, slid his fingers inside me.
He did it so perfectly that it didn’t distract me for a second, but instead fueled my arousal.
I came in his arms
As I came, he held me tight in his arms—I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe during an orgasm.
I undid the belt on his jeans and saw a strong, big, beautiful cock.
Perfect.
I took him deep into my mouth
I immediately took him deep into my mouth and savored the slight twitching of his arousal. Our lovemaking was still marked by wild tenderness. His experience allowed him to refrain from any urgency or pressure. He let me take my time. He moaned softly.
Kneeling with my legs spread wide, I milked him
I knelt in front of him on the sofa with my legs spread wide.
He was behind me and pushed his beautiful cock deep inside me.
Then he didn’t move. He was inside me and began to caress my skin, to kiss it. His hardness pulsed inside me, and I began to milk him with the muscles of my vagina.
Otherwise, we didn’t move. Just his hands and my vagina. It felt incredible. My juices began to flow out, down his shaft. It was like a slow, long squirt.
I felt Gregor’s cock begin to twitch faster, his hardness increasing further, and he came inside me.
It was unique.
It was a MILF with an older man—and I’ll never forget it.
The same goes for me and my wonderful, beautiful colleagues at Aurelie Secret Escort.
We love being MILFs
Many of us love being called MILFs.
“Mother I’d like to fuck” expresses a sense of desire. A longing for a woman who is a mother. A woman who knows life and loves both pleasure and vice.
A woman who knows that life is far too short not to indulge in unbridled, passionate sex.
On the Special Allure of the MILF
Coco Chanel is said to have once remarked:
“A woman can be charming at 19, ravishing at 29—but it’s not until she’s 39 that she becomes irresistible. And no woman who was once irresistible ever gets older than 39.”
I couldn’t describe the appeal of a MILF any better myself.
I am a MILF myself. I have never been more passionate, more intense, or more lustful than I am now.
I love taking men and being taken by them.
I know what can happen when two people merge together. When experience collides with wild lust.
When orgasms become true climaxes.
I know there are no perversions, only different passions. And those, too, want to be lived and enjoyed.
I’m here because the cries of pleasure are the essence of life.
Because I know what’s possible when both want it and give pleasure the space to unfold passionately.
My colleagues, who proudly call themselves MILFs, love being with you men who, just like them, have a passion for sex.
MILF – The mother I like to fuck, and yes:
She likes to fuck you!
I wish you an exciting time.
Yours, EWA
