“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” ~ Mark Twain
He was 24 and I was 37. (Age gap 13 years younger than me) He was also my sons tennis coach. Yes cliché I know but he was fit and cute and I was horny and fuck. Turns out he was also brave because when I slipped my phone number into his pocket I didn’t actually expect him to have the balls to use it. Turns out I was wrong. He did have balls and a lovely cock that I enjoyed on a fair few occasions. The first time over my dinning table while the kids were at school.
He was 63 and I was 38. (Age gap 25 years older than me) We met in an online chatroom on site a bit like Literotica. He was an American (yes I may have a weakness for American men) working on a contrast in the UK for 6 months. We had a fairly torrid and wonderful affair that last for about 10 weeks meeting at weekends and staying in hotels on the company dime. He liked fine things and sexy women. He made me feel special and sexy at a time in my life when I was not sure I was either. It ended when he went back to the USA. I was a bit heartbroken for like 5 minutes and then realised there was more fish in the sea all I needed to do was go swimming for them.
He was 48 and I was 38. (Age gap 10 years older than me) The he is question is the man who introduced to the joys of swinging and helped to fully embrace my slutty self. He gave me confidence to own my desires and we had a lot of fun together. He was definitely of the dominant kind, he liked taking control and damn was he good with his fingers and mouth. He was the first man to ever make me squirt and we had really REALLY good sex together.
He was 50 and I was 39. (Age gap 11 years older than me) Another American. We met online and after 5 months I travelled to Philly to spend two weeks with him. It was the start of something special that would eventually see him moving to the UK to be with me and us getting married. Much of this blog is about that relationship. We lived a 24/7 D/s relationship for the best part of 8 years. Much of that time was truly some of the happiest of my life. When it was good between us it was fucking amazing. He will always be a special person to me. We are currently separated but we still share a home. We seem to have reached a happy place of friendship and companionship.
He is 39 and I am 49. (Age gap 10 years younger than me) I have been known to tease The Gentleman him about that and refer to him as a baby I have also been known to pay for that but that doesn’t seem to deter me. We don’t have a D/s relationship but our sex is definitely him being the Top and me the Bottom. He likes being in charge. He likes taking what he wants, rough and hard and leaving bruises in his wake. I like what he likes very much.
So why I am writing this you might wonder?
Well the prompt on No true Way at the moment is about age gaps and D/s and whilst I am no longer in a formal D/s relationship of any kind I am most definitely kinky and mostly tend towards to the sub side (although I have realised I have a hidden domme waiting for the right partner to explore it with)
As you can see I have definitely had a fair few relationships of one sort or another with fairly significant age gaps. Liking older men is definitely something I would say is true for me. There is something about their maturity that I just find attractive but meeting The Gentleman has made me realise that someone younger than me can totally work just as well because really it has nothing to do with age and everything to do with who the person is and if we click.
Having said that when I first met The Gentleman and when it comes to dating in general I admit to worrying about age gaps if they are significantly younger than me. On the very first date with The Gentleman I asked him if he was OK with seeing an older woman. He replied… “I am here aren’t I” It was a good reply because it made me realise that the only person thinking about that was me. Even now when I mention it he always seems surprised by it, like it is of no real consequence to him and I guess that is because it isn’t. It is me who feels self conscious about it. That lizard part of my brain can’t help but mutter things like… why would a young fit guy want you. And yet I like and have been very happy with much older men so why not. Society expectations of older women etc are mostly toxic and led to unhealthy and unhappy self analysis. My lizard brain is a fucking jerk though most of the time though and I try hard to mostly ignore it. I am who I am and the age I am. Either someone will like or they won’t and that is OK.
Age gaps can be interesting. They can lead to fun conversations about cultural experiences etc and yes there can be something hot about them… on both sides of the coin. Having an older partner has it’s turn on but so does having a younger one but it is just a part of any relationship not the key factor. I have had relationships with big age gaps and no real signifiant age gap to speak of, because mostly age is just a number and who you are is far more important that what great or not so great age you have got to.