Loving an Older Woman: Love Can Be Found at Any Age VictoriaaEUR(tm)s Romance

By F.F. Alford

Can an older woman find love once again?

As he came closer, Tori's body did something that it hadn't done in years. She felt her temperature rising, and as he approached, she breathed out. "What the fuck," she whispered as my eyes locked into the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen.

"Hello, Alonzo," Tori softly replied. This man had plagued her thoughts since their brief affair all those years ago, and now he is here in the flesh. The universe was playing tricks on her. How the hell did he just show up like magic? He had plagued her dreams.

"Hello, butterfly," he responded smoothly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hawes & Jenkins Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9781637843765

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Loving an Older Woman

Love Can Be Found at Any Age VictoriaaEUR(tm)s Romance

F.F. Alford

ISBN 978-1-63784-375-8 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63784-376-5 (digital)

Copyright © 2024 by F.F. Alford

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This is a book of fictional. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or living or deceased persons is entirely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Prelude

Chapter 1

Tyler, Texas

Present Day

Chapter 2

Dallas, Texas

One Year Ago

Unhappy Wife, Unhappy Life

Chapter 3

Nine Months Ago

Happy Divorce Day

Chapter 4

Freedom Ride

Chapter 5

You Are Free to Go!

Chapter 6

Dreams Are Forever

Chapter 7

Where Are All the Good Men?

Chapter 8

Alonzo 2.0

Chapter 9

New Life

Chapter 10

Rekindling the Past

Chapter 11

Who's Your Daddy?

Chapter 12

No…One-Night Stand

Chapter 13

Sister, Sister

Chapter 14

Dating at Sixty

Chapter 15

Moving into a New Chapter

Chapter 16

Girl Power to the Rescue

Chapter 17

Beaches, Sand, and Sex

Chapter 18

Beach Life

Chapter 19

Back to Reality

Chapter 20

Present Day

Ending to the Beginning

Chapter 21

My Forever

Conclusion

Three Months Later

Everything's Coming Up Roses

About the Author

Acknowledgments

This book is dedicated to women that have inspired me throughout my life. Thank you to my mother, Velma Lucille, and her mother, Gertrude— two of the strongest women that I have known who pride themselves on instilling family values. I know that they are proud of my life's accomplishments. Also, I acknowledge my sister, Kimberly; she has always supported me in my life choices. To my son, James, you will always be my baby!

A special acknowledgment to my husband, Jay. I am so glad we met later in life and thank you for supporting me as we continue our journey together through good and bad times.

Finally, I wanted to thank every one of the women that I have met throughout the last sixty-plus years!

Prelude

As I went to sleep that night, I did not think about Marcus or the divorce. Somewhere in the depths of my soul awakened a lover from the past. His strong ebony arms comforted me, and a sexy voice told me he is coming for me. This was a man that I have known a lifetime ago and who could make me feel like no other.

His tongue was his secret weapon, and he knew exactly how to put it to good use. Throughout the past years, he would come to me in my sleep. Lately, it seems that he is near me, and I have always wondered how his life had turned out.

As I slept, my body was doing something it had not done in years. I could feel my pussy getting hot. I am dreaming about his hands all over my body, and he was finger fucking me into a hard climax.

My juices wet his fingers. Suddenly, I woke up and realized who I was dreaming about. Alonzo, I breathed out his name, wondering why the dream was so vivid. My whole body was on fire, just dreaming of him!

Chapter 1

Tyler, Texas

Present Day

Once again, Victoria Jackson awakened at 2:33 a.m. What the hell? Am I waking up every night at this same time? Lately, it seems that the universe is trying to tell me something and a good night's sleep escapes me once again.

The over-the-counter sleeping aids were a waste of time. My mind just seemed to be on overdrive, thinking of the decisions that I have made in the past months.

The bedroom is dark and cold from the opened window from the evening before. I have always loved the sounds and smell of country air.

However, Tyler, Texas, is no longer considered country living. It has blossomed just like every other small town in Texas. But the aroma is still the same. Regardless, it is still a lot better when you need to escape from a big city like the Dallas or Fort Worth Metroplex, especially after the COVID-19 pandemic.

As I get out of bed, I head to the bathroom to relieve my bladder before trying once again to go to sleep. I think to myself that this is just one of the issues with getting older, frequent peeing nightly. I am just thankful that I don't have to wear those adult diapers yet! Thank the Lord. Although, they look more fashionable now, and I would rock the shit out of those…literally.

As I returned to the comfort of the bed, it reminded me of summers in the past when I was a child.

As a kid growing up in the city, it was always a great adventure to go to the country and visit with my family.

We had no worries, and the only thing we had to do was stay out of grown folk's business and play with our cousins. Life was so much simpler then.

This new age generation of children may be more enlightened; however, it is sad that they will never know the type of freedom we shared back in the day.

I smile as I think about the past week with my family and reflect on the time spent visiting my cousin. I remembered the phone call I received a week ago from my favorite cousin, Lynn.

We have always teased Lynn about her second sight. She always knew when something was not right.

Lately, she felt that I was an emotional wreck and reached out to me. Thank goodness, she invited me to her home to escape the mess I made of my life.

Last Saturday, I arrived at Lynn's home and was embraced with such unconditional love and support. Hey, Tori, she says, running toward the car as I drove up that afternoon. In her driveway, she was jumping up and down excitedly, eager to see me. I am so glad you came. I miss you so much, she stated gleefully. Wait until everyone sees you, it's been so long.

Lynn's excitement shows on her face. Her short figure doesn't diminish her sparkling personality, but it made her seem taller than her five-foot-five height. Although she was fifty-five years old, she stands out in the crowd with her youthful energy.

She is gorgeous, with her dark ebony complexion and those big, beautiful brown eyes. Her natural hair color is a mixture of brownish red with a hint of gray braids sitting atop her head in a bun.

She greets me with a big bear hug, which is hard for her since I am taller than her by six inches. My five-foot-eleven height has always been an issue with me, especially when I initially encounter someone shorter than myself. Just one of the insecurities I had faced my entire life.

Unfortunately, today, women have always compared themselves to other women and always find something lacking in themselves.

It has always frustrated me to watch women tear each other down, instead of building them up. Such a waste of time, our focus should be on improving our inner selves, not the exterior. Who cares, how much bigger someone's else ass is? How does that help anyone else out? I asked myself from time to time.

Tori, look at you, she said warmly. You're beautiful. I want to get a good look at you. No one would know that you just celebrated your sixtieth birthday.

I wondered. As Lynn welcomed me, my mind wandered, Who is she talking about? I guess she does not see the bags under my eyes or the paleness of my skin. I know that I am not ugly. However, I no longer feel attractive. The current situation has left me deflated and miserable inside and out. I know my face shows the stress I have been under lately.

Hi, Lynn, I replied. "Thanks for inviting me down. You know I've been going through