I (20F) used to only sleep with guys my age or maybe a few years older. It was fine… sometimes good, but mostly… disappointing. Then I had one night that changed everything.
I was out with friends, had a little too much to drink, and somehow ended up going home with a man who had to be at least twice my age… 40, maybe 45. I still remember how different it felt from the start. No awkward fumbling, no rushing. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch, exactly how to take his time in a way that made me completely lose myself.
That night, I came harder than I ever had before. And the best part? He didn’t just roll over and pass out afterward. He made sure I was satisfied, over and over again, until I was a shaking mess in his arms.
Since then, I can’t even look at guys my age the same way. They just don’t compare. Older men take their time, they listen, they know things. Every time I sleep with one, I’m reminded why I made the switch and I don’t think I’m ever going back.
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