[FM] [Teen] [Age Play] My Love For Older Men And The Reason I Have So Many Cavities

I want to start this off with an “I don’t have daddy issues” disclaimer but let’s be real, you’re not going to believe me even if I did. Probably, *especially not* if I did.

I’ve always loved older men. Sure, it’s natural for the average person to have “crushes” or an insane amount of lust towards someone older, or in a position of power over them. But my love has always been a bit more serious. It didn’t take me long after I lost my virginity to realize that boys my age were exactly that, boys. They were inexperienced, emotionally stunted, and impatient. Three of the worst qualities a sexual partner could have.

At “18” I had just lost my virginity and I was in desperate need of more experience and adventure. I was so turned on by the vast sexual safari that sprawled out in front of me that I wasn’t incredibly concerned about meeting with internet strangers (side note: total blessing that I’ve never been kidnapped or something horrible, *knock on wood*). I had a best friend and sexual confidant whom I told of my random hookups, he’d always know where in town I was heading to meet with these men and he always told me he was only a phone call away. Hell, in his words, “you’re jailbait, have fun while you can” and god *did I ever*.

The first man I’d met up with was an engineer. He had just moved into the fixer upper of his dreams when he invited me over for dinner and wine. He was 41 and had a charming smile, also his dad bod drove me fucking crazy. He offered to take me out for dinner but I insisted we’d have more fun at his place. I was still concerned about what people would think seeing the two of us out on a proper date. Before we met I asked him to respect my boundaries until I gestured to him that I was ready for him to ravage me, again, little “18” year old me was so cute. We had knocked back a few glasses of red wine when I looked over at him and nodded. In less than a split second he had my glass on the table and he was on top of me, tongue down my throat. His strong, rough hands felt so good against my skin. The way he held me and threw me around showed me how intensely thrilled he was, getting able to play with a barely legal body. He was incredibly vocal, telling me what he liked, asking me what I wanted. I think he was who really inspired me to have fun during sex. He’d make the occasional funny observation or “dad joke” and burst me out laughing. I remember how much he enjoyed it when I was laughing on his cock. (If you have a cock and have never had the priveldge, I’ve been told it’s just *the best*, you’re welcome). And god, did his cock ever feel amazing inside me. Thick, upwards curve, incredibly smooth, cut tip. It was begging for my pussy. We ended up sprawled across every square inch of his new place. His couch, his coffee table, the dining room table, over his banister, on the kitchen counter, and of course, his bed. I vividly remember a moment where while I was riding him in his bed, I turned over and saw our reflection in a full length mirror. It was the first time I’d been able to see myself in such a position and *god* did it ever turn me on. I obviously wasn’t being as discreet as I would’ve liked but he remarked “look how fucking sexy you are”. I still get a smile on my face thinking about what a thrill that sight was. A cataclysmic moment brought to you by a simple reflection. After we’d had our fill, laying in bed with this humble, hilarious, endearing man was the best I’d felt after a good fuck to date. It was genuinely life changing, my sexual confidence doubled in size overnight. Not long after, he called me a cab and sent me home with a smack on my ass. Of course not before a long, drawn out, stumbling-down-the-stairs-afterwards kinda kiss, and $100 for the cab ride home. $100 for a ride that cost *maybe* $20 sure put another tick in the “pros” side of seeing older men.

After that encounter, I was pretty much hooked. I set my dating site search terms for 30+ and eventually started brushing off propositions from anyone near my age. I had a few hook ups; a one night stand with the biggest cock of my life that ended in a walk of shame accompanied by fireworks, another with a guy in a band who fucked me so hard and covered me in so many bruises I had multiple friends ask me “what happened?!” The next time they saw me, and then there was the real estate agent/pilot, who would let me wear his pilots hat while I rode him in different listings around town. Needless to say, those are wonderful stories, but for another time :)

The one man who really deepened my appreciation for older men, and sugar daddies, was “Rob”. A geologist who traveled often for work. He messaged me on our dating site and we hit it off. He was married, with two children, and he was hopelessly lost trying to “spice things up” in his marriage again. I was his outlet. He wanted an escape, he wanted to be appreciated and *wanted* again. He hated talking negatively about his wife but when we met I could see the way his head would hang whenever he talked about her. It was rough. It wasn’t long after we started talking online that he suggested a sugar baby type of relationship. That piqued my interest. Who doesn’t love to be spoiled? I was sure there would be a catch, was he into something weird? Was this even a real guy? All sorts of worst case scenarios ran through my head but eventually, we set a date. And a price. He was traveling for work and he lived out of town. He got a room at a hotel in the city and he arranged to pick me up outside my residence sometime after dinner. I can still remember how bloody nervous I was. I told me best friend where I’d be and I told him I’d update text him around midnight. Rob mentioned he was driving a silver something-or-other and when he got in, he was just as nervous as I was. It was quite adorable. He thought I looked even better than my pictures and apologized profusely for being so strung up. His nervousness strangely set me at ease and we began talking about all sorts of things. He loved to travel, loved to cook, his loved to talk about his two little kids, one girl, one boy. He’d apologize anytime he thought he had crossed a boundary or said something off colour. He was a total gentleman, through and through, and I was quickly getting used to getting so well taken care of by older men. They always had manners, wonderful techniques, and an unyielding urge to spoil their little playthings :) again, I was *quickly* getting used to it.

When Rob took me into our hotel room we unpacked and got organized. I excused myself to freshen up and when I came out he began mumbling under his breath about “how we should *um* go ahead with this whol…” I stopped him with a kiss. I slid my pants off and climbed back on the bed, pulling him into me. He took his glasses off and began kissing me. It’s been almost unheard of that I’m the one telling my partner to slow down but at this point I’m pretty sure his nerves were getting the best of him. He was *so* excited and I couldn’t get enough of how his anticipation made me feel. He went down on me for quite a while before I was begging for him to be inside me. I remember the look across his face as he was stuffing me full, “holy shit you’re so fucking tiiight” he hardly lasted a minute. He came inside me and I let him continue to fuck me until he was completely soft. He then lied back on the bed and I cleaned him off with my mouth. “Wow. Just, wow.” He kept repeating. “I don’t think you understand how badly I needed that.” His nerves melted away. A calm, collected demeanor overcame him and he began kissing me all over, thanking me. “No, thank you! I haven’t had this many kisses in, maybe ever!” He was fun to be around and we never had a hard time being open with each other.

The next morning before he dropped me off at school, he stopped by a few ATMs to set me up with our agreed rate. Rob and I would see each other once or twice a month, depending on his work schedule. It was an incredibly mutually beneficial relationship and honestly one of the most enlightening. At 42, he was the biggest age gap I’ve had. Although in hindsight, he didn’t tell me his real name, I doubt he told me his real age, but I understand either way.

Because if him I developed a thirst for being someone’s release. Even now, if you’re one of the deviants on here reading my stories next to your sleeping partner, I’m smiling because I know that there’s something that I can do that helps you in ways other people in your life can’t. It gives me a weird sense of purpose. I *love* being on someone’s left shoulder, whispering in their ear to indulge in their vices. Corruption, escapism, pleasure, there’s a reason more than a few men have called dubbed me Succubus. ☺️

Funny thing, that forementioned sexual confident and I started dating soon afterwards. I broke things off with Rob and another man at the time. Since being in a few back to back serious relationships I’ve only dabbled in the sugar world a few times afterwards. It’s still a *huge* kink for me though. Being rewarded for a job well done is just something that manifests itself inside you as a sense of accomplishment in the service industry. I’ve been a waitress on and off for seven years, there’s no better feeling than getting a big fat tip. Even better, is getting rewarded for the pleasure you’re bringing into someone’s life? Be it through your touch, your words, or just your presence. I get it. And I love it. Many people have an issue with a sizeable age between me and my partners, but they have been hands down, the most physically, and mentally rewarding.

Also just to clarify, definitely looking to beat that “24” year age gap so men 48 years+, I’m coming for you ?

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