Gilf Sex Stories


The sun was setting on a warm summer day as I drove down the winding roads of rural Texas, my destination a small house from another lifetime. A feeling of excitement and anticipation flooded my body as I thought of what awaited me at the end of my journey.

I was on my way to visit a sweet, old gilf; a beautiful woman over the age of sixty whose charms were hidden from the world by her modest clothing. She had a reputation for impassioned lovemaking and I was excited to experience it for myself.

I pulled up in front of the gilf’s house, my heart pounding with anticipation. I made my way to the door, and as I approached, I could hear a woman’s laughter and soft music coming from inside. The door creaked open and the gilf emerged, beaming with pleasure. She was wearing a simple, white dress that hinted at her curves, her graying hair swept up in a bun and her deep brown eyes glimmering with mischief.

We exchanged polite introductions before she beckoned me inside, where I found a home filled with warmth and love. She led me to the living room, where I was surprised to find a very comfortable couch and several chairs, an inviting fire crackling in the fireplace and a large bed with soft, inviting sheets.

I sat down, not knowing what to expect, and the gilf smiled as she began disrobing. Her dress dropped in one fluid motion and I saw a body well preserved for its age. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples already hard. She smiled knowingly and took my hand, leading me to the bed.

I was breathless with desire and she showed me just how experienced she was with her gentle touch. She kissed and caressed my body with such passion that I thought I might melt into a puddle of pleasure. She teased me with her tongue and lips, lavishing attention on my most sensitive areas until I was sure I could bear no more.

The gilf then proceeded to position herself on top of me, straddling me as she began to slowly grind her body against mine. I moaned with pleasure as her expert motion slowly built an unbearable pressure that soon exploded into a torrent of pleasure. We both cried out as we rode the waves of pleasure.

Finally, we both fell into a satisfied sleep. When I awoke the next morning, the gilf was still lying beside me, her body still dressed in the same white dress from the night before. We exchanged smiles and she kissed me sweetly.

Our day together ended with a long stroll through the nearby woods, our hands intertwined and a profound feeling of tenderness between us. I felt privileged to have been the recipient of such passion and pleasure.

Even months later, I still crave the tenderness and intensity of my time with the gilf and I find myself dreaming of returning someday soon, for more of her passionate embrace.