Older Women Younger Men Book Novels & Stories

One look in his eyes and I can tell that it was a failed mission. Damn. I turn away from him and face the room. The Council of Elders sit around the long tables in their tall chairs chairs They are seven old men and two old women who believe that their age is the only thing that gives them authority over everything, including me. Elder Caius studied me in his usual calm way with his hands folded on the table. Elder Maris writes in her ledger. Her quill scratches against the parchment, as though what was happening outside is not important.

I type in Mia’s passcode without thinking. I hesitate. My thumb hovers over the search bar. I should walk away. Delete the browser. Crawl back under my blanket and forget this ever happened. But instead— G****e: How to seduce older men The results load instantly. “10 Tips to Drive Him Wild” “Dress Like a Woman, Not a Girl” What? What does that even mean? “Older Men Love a Challenge.” My stomach flips. What does “challenge” even mean? I scroll anyway.

Perhaps I was one of them. The lecture was deeply rooted around oral s*x. However, my dearest reader, don't misinterpret me. When someone becomes a professor in literature beyond forty years, his or her brain begins to get coitus. Periodically, I usually say, ‘older we get, the nastiest we become.’ That reminds me of this bald pornographer who usually gets hard each time he sees a pretty lady. Drop that. Do you recall what Jane wrote in her exotic work about so called, ‘the elderly?’

Okay, okay, the only sex I’ve ever gotten. Whatever, my book boyfriends are fucking hot. Who needs some groping teenage boy who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing when I can read and fantasize about sexy, older men who know exactly what to do with a pussy, and I’m not talking about older, decrepit, soft-bodied men. I’m talking about the ones with rugged good looks, broad shoulders, they type of hard body a man gets from decades of living and working hard, and skilled hands who know a woman’s pussy even better than she does.

"Yeah, I would. Older guys are better." "Why is that?" "They're more mature, usually. More experienced. Probably out of the playing-video-games-all-day phase, which is really fucking annoying. Older men give younger women a sense of security, I think. Like they can take care of us in every way. Physically, emotionally, financially. I think all women secretly want to be treated like spoiled little girls."

With older women, relationships are less dramatic because they are emotionally more stable and don't give a shit about silly things men do that girls find annoying. He finds himself more comparable with women who are older than him. They have so much more to offer because of their life experiences, they don't look for men to take care of them because they know what they want. And in Adele's case, he was hoping that what she wanted was him.

"But... I suppose it's common for an older, wealthy man to pick a younger wife." "Why do you suppose that is?" "Well... Ummm..." I awkwardly laugh. "Men often age like fine wine while women have a shorter expiration date." "So men who pick younger wives are shallow?" Oh, he is toying with me. I can see the amusement on his face, but I won't back down. "Or they have a higher sex drive." "Wait..." David looks like he might holding back laughter. "Are you implying that you don't have a high sex drive?"

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

“Why would you want an old guy like me?” Jessica giggled quietly, her hand still cupping the crotch of Allan’s pants. She moved her fingers in slow circles, tracing the lines of his thick, hard cock. “Guys my age have no idea how to please a woman,” she whispered, taking a step back. She pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, deliberately allowing her big breasts to bounce and jiggle as she flung the shirt on the bed. “I need someone with experience.” Jessica’s eyes twinkled as she stood in front of the older man, her young body filled with desire.

“Okay, but if she wanted to date, there are a lot of gentlemen her age who would love to meet her. She doesn't need to be getting involved with a kid who's barely out of diapers,” he said, sounding exasperated. “Why is it so easy to accept when an older man gets involved with a younger woman than when it’s the other way around?” I asked rhetorically with a critical tone. “Oh, for God’s sake, Laura. This is huge nonsense,” he continued.