“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.
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I definitely prefer older men. My husband is 16 years older than me; my ancillary partners have all been older as well, with an age fap of 7-13 years between us. It’s not an issue unless you make it one, in my experience. And the only people who have made it an issue are total strangers — usually it’s women over 50 who glare and say rude things. (It happens significantly less now because I have wrinkles and am obviously over 40; when I was younger and had a baby face, it was a bit obnoxious.)
*gap, not fap
: laugh :
(I think an “age fap” must be when you masturbate to fantasies of older/younger partners.) 😉
MOLLY DEAR
I HAVEN’T READ MUCH EMAIL FOR A COUPLE OF YEARS DUE TO WORSENING OF MY EYESIGHT. IT SHOCKED ME TO READ ABOUT YOU AND MICHAEL ?
HOPE YOU ARE BOTH WELL AND HAPPY. (?) WILL HE BE RETURNING TO PLHILLY? ] HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!
DAWN IN TOLEDO ?
Love that Mark Twain quote.
About 15 years ago, I was having a post-coital chat with a lady-of-pleasure and we were playing ‘guess each other’s age’.
I replied “Would you believe 48?”. She tactfully replied, “I would have put you at early 50s”, to which I replied, “No! 1948”.
She had a flustered surprised look, and starting counting on her fingers to work out how much older I was then her (she thought I was 4-5 years younger). I’m 6-7 years older.
The trouble at my age is you stop counting the years you’ve lived, but start thinking about how many are left. So many ladies and so little time!
Hi Molly, age is just a number. Truer words were never spoken. The woman who took my virginity was 18 years my senior. She knew what would happen with an inexperienced boy. But 15 seconds and her assurances that things would only get better with practice set off an odyssey that has continued. Multiple lovers 5-10 years older and now my Kitten who is 21 years younger. Age is just a number. It’s the mileage and attitude that counts.
I swear I was brain dead until my Kitten challenged me to think out of the box.
Now I’m back to learning and she has an experienced lover and partner who can dominate her when she wills and understands her service even when she is chiding and correcting me.
Thus an apologetic Dom with a precocious Kitten. Viva la difference!
Age is just a number! My ex was 16 years older than me, and all in all, it was a good relationship. It was an adjustment moving to a younger guy, but only younger by a few years. He’s great, though. 🙂 I have dated people who were in their early 20s and they often weren’t very mature, but there are always those who are. And the most immature person I ever dated was exactly my age, and we were in our late 20s. You just never know.