We have all heard the tell-tale stories. Men love older women. Women (sometimes) enjoy younger men. For me though? I never really had an interest in them. Until now. Not only is he younger, but almost 20 years younger than me. What??! How is that even possible? What the hell could a person have in common with someone with that kind of age gap??!! Answer: Everything, and nothing at the same time.
Not only is the young man mature for his age, but he is an aspiring actor as well. In film school, the young man is wickedly handsome with a smile to absolutely die for. He has his views on politics and life that are charming, witty, and engaging. This young man is INCREDIBLY funny and charismatic for someone his age.
I will admit, I love toying with him. A refined woman like me in my age bracket, that is smart, articulate and fucking charismatic herself, sends the young man into an absolute frenzy every time we talk. He becomes flustered, shaken, and discombobulated. And it is oh, so much fun. In every interaction, I have the slyest, wickedest smile on my face. I enjoy corrupting him and showing him my “tricks of the trade.”
Am I a cougar? Maybe. Am I sexy as hell? Oh yes.
Just a hint of my light caramel thighs makes his eyes widen and pant like a love-sick puppy.
What woman wouldn’t enjoy that? Older men may be more mature and confident, but they can also be arrogant and can “expect” certain things from a woman which you might not want to give.
The young man? He has his tongue out at my every word, and it’s quite exhilarating.
No expectation. No rules. No games. Just hot sweaty sex with a vibrant young man.
Yeah. This is heaven.