How Kira Gets Her Kicks

By D.F. Darke

Blonde beauty Kira, 19, could have any guy she wants. But boyfriends her own age just don’t turn her on. It’s only when she visits her great-grandfather at his care home that she feels aroused. When Godfrey, 86, gets lost near Kira’s home, it dawns on her that it might be elderly men who give her a kinky kick. And lucky old Godfrey has just been volunteered to test the horny young hottie’s theory.

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He must have missed the Not a Through Street sign and fallen right in her lap.
She gazed at him rolling around the pavement on his scooter. She was in a daze. She was actually excited and touched herself.
He was really elderly, with white hair, glasses, tons of lovely, sexy wrinkles.
Gathering herself, swishing her hair, checking her make-up in the mirror in the living room, she slipped her feet into a pair of red heels and sashayed hurriedly out of the house.
She was sexy as she always was, wearing cut off jeans and a vest that showed off her lovely big breasts. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk and seemed to alert the pensioner, who wheeled his scooter around.
“Hello,” she said, went right up to him and bent down, flashing her tits in his face. Then she spoke to him like he was a baby. “Are you lost, sir?”
His eyes went rather wide, and they fixed on Kira’s cleavage. Dribble oozed from the corner of his mouth.
God, he was so fucking old! Kira was so fucking turned on! This had been it all along—really old men!

More frisky age-gap filth from the dirty old man of erotica, D.F. Darke. His stories are where grandpas have more fun. And it's where you can have some too.

The author is in his 80s and lives in the South of England. He only started writing out his fantasies a few years ago. All his characters are consenting adults aged 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Ryatt
• Release date: Sep 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215806302

D.F. Darke

D.F. Darke is an Englishman from Hampshire. During his working life he was a handyman. He’d like to think he’s still a bit of a handy man, now. The ladies might not agree, though. He is in his 80s and has been writing dirty stories all his life — but it’s only in the past few years that he’s had the confidence to dig them out, type them up, and publish them. He supports Southampton Football Club in England and would really like to be a porn star. He’s got a Twitter account, @df_darke.

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Warning

This story contains adult themes and scenes of a sexual nature, and it is only suitable for readers over the age of 18 who have a very open mind. Detailed descriptions of sexual acts between a younger woman and a very old man are featured, so if you're not going to like it, keep away. All the characters are consenting adults aged 18+.

Contents

She fancied wrinkly old men

Let’s get you bathed and into bed

All the nooks and crannies

I’ll have to take my knickers off

She tasted like heaven

The neighbours probably heard

Out of his ancient depths

I licked this wrinkly in all the places he couldn’t reach

Fill me with your geriatric breeding juice!

Mum’s the word

Growing her collection

About the Author

Also by the dirty old Mr. Darke...

She fancied wrinkly old men

From her window, Kira Jackson watched the old man trundle about on his mobility scooter, doing circles of the cul-de-sac where the 19-year-old lived with her parents.

The old man looked lost. He also looked just like her thing. He was literally up her street.

Kira was a student, and she was spending the Easter break at home with her parents. Her first year at university had been OK; she was studying management. She was incredibly pretty, with long blonde hair, a slim, sexy figure; so she attracted a lot of male attention. Sure, she’d had some boyfriends. But for some reason, she rarely found any of them exciting. Sex was functional. She never got really horny. At first, she thought there was something wrong with her. But she had desires, she knew that; she’d felt them. But it was only recently that she’d put two-and-two together and worked out what she liked.

She often visited her great-grandad, or Grampy as she called him, at his care home. Every time she was there, she felt light-headed, flirty, and delicious down below.

She thought it was something in the air. Maybe the cleaning fluids they used. Maybe the smell of mothballs affecting her.

But each time she went there, she felt the same.

She actually felt like sex.

And a few weeks ago when she dropped by to see him, she completely worked out why she felt like that.

She fancied wrinkly old men. Really old men. Really wrinkly. Really doddery and frail.

At first, she was shocked, disgusted—but then she just embraced this realization. She told herself, If that’s what makes me horny, then that’s what makes me horny.

The thought of actually going through with it, though, actually having sex with a wrinkly old geezer, repulsed her—but it also aroused her.