I‘m not exactly a super sexual person. I’m still interested but I just have very specific preferences when it comes to sex. I’m in my fifties now, so I no longer have the frisky energy of a younger woman. When I was young and hungry for sex, the world was my playground. I was out to conquer and be conquered. Age puts perspective on things.
It’s that very lack of desperation that’s freed me, sexually speaking. Having come to terms with the mature woman that I’ve become, I’m finally in touch with what I want. And what I want is younger men.
Fortunately, younger men seem to gravitate toward me. When I first noticed this phenomenon, I thought NO WAY! What could these young dudes see in me? Recently, a lovely man of about 23 approached me. He could hardly catch his breath while telling me how beautiful he thought I was. I laughed in his face. In my mind I looked more like an exhumed corpse than an object of lust on that bright (very bright) afternoon.
As he reached out to touch my bare arm and caressed it. Uh oh, this guy was serious. I must admit, it was an incredible turn on. He asked for my number and I gave it to him, still laughing. Did I really want to pursue this, or was this just a perfect moment unto itself? Either way, his attention thrilled me. Read more