Cougar Adventure #2
February 17, 2017
A young man sent me a very very sexually aggressive message on a dating site. I don’t know why I didn’t just block him. I usually do. But sometimes I say something back first.
I told him what he had said was inappropriate and disrespectful and just because I have sexual innuendo in my profile description doesn’t mean it’s safe to assume I’d want to fuck him.
He came back so contrite I almost felt sorry for reaming him one. He was very sorry and he didn’t mean to offend me and that wasn’t like him and on and on. Shit! I felt really bad for the kid.
I messaged back and told him it was OK, lesson learned and not to treat women with such disrespect in the future. We continued chatting and then went to phone.
He was 31 and had done two tours in the middle east. He’d been badly wounded and had come home with a purple heart. He had PTSD and a number of other issues. I got it. I so got it.
I met him for pizza down the block, I paid, then told him he could come to my place but no sex. So, he came to my place. We held each other for a bit. Then I up and changed my mind about sex, but probably I always knew I was going to have sex. Because as we’ve established, I sure like sex.
I asked him to put on a condom. He did and then he said it didn’t fit. “No way! Let me see!” It went about halfway down. I was thinking to myself shit these fucking youngsters don’t know how to put on a goddamn fucking condom. Jesus.
“Let me try.” I tried. Same result. I gave up on the condom. I thought holy cow, that monster is going to go inside of me? Yep. Well, I didn’t think it would fit but it did.
So what’s the main difference between younger guys and older guys in bed? Refractory period. And the main words I’d use to describe the sex with younger men are “vigorous” followed closely by “enthusiastic”. Hmmmm. All I know is he was moving me around on that bed like I weighed 100 pounds. So just writing that now I have goosebumps and assorted other bodily responses.
We spent a small bit of time together. He was super super street. He had tattoos all over and he was really introverted and he never initiated anything, even kissing, so really quickly it was just too much. We’ve established I like attention. I wasn’t getting what I needed.
Plus, he didn’t like to talk on the phone, then he’d misinterpret my texts because I have an MBA and he has a GED and we’re fucking 23 years apart. So about the fourth time he got mad at me, I just let it go. I didn’t try to fix it. If I was fixing it, it was because I wanted to fix it to help him, not to help me.
And now he’s gone. I hope he’s well. I hope he gets well. Nice kid.
He owes me $175.
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