Kids? No thanks. Marriage? Eh, not for me. Sex? Lots and lots of sex? Yes, please. Here’s the problem, though: I am in the wrong age bracket for that sort of activity. It’s not that 35 year old men cannot find women to fuck—it’s just that the women who want to fuck me, and who are in my age bracket, want to get married and have babies.
This means the women available for me to fuck are either extremely young (we’re talking 18-25), or are older and have either given up on marriage and kids or have already been down that road (we’re talking 40s and up). Now, I don’t MIND fucking 21 year olds or 50 year olds, so I’m not complaining. But the 21 year olds don’t always want to fuck a 35 year old. And the 50 year olds don’t always want to fuck someone 15 years their junior.
This means, sadly, that my options are relatively limited: I must fuck women who are in my age bracket. So, how do I do that without misleading them? I’m not going to use any sort of trickery to get someone into bed: the promise of the possibility of a future, saying I might want kids, but I’m not sure, etc. Anything that gives false hope isn’t my thing. The best policy, as always, is honesty. But honesty also pushes away a lot of women.
The odds, though, are in my favor. If I am up front about wanting a wet cunt to pump mercifully full of warm, thick jizz, I have to say so. Yes, I will miss out on one night stands and random hookups. But the odds are that eventually, a woman who DOES want a husband and children will get so lonely and so horny that she’ll come across my bio and see me for what I am: A cock to suck and fuck. Furthermore, I live in a very transient city. People are always coming and going.
It is not unusual to see a woman’s Tinder bio say, “I’m only here for three more months, but I sure could use a cuddle buddy.”
It is also not unusual to come across a page of a recently broken up or divorced woman who is clear about wanting a rebound who is D&D free, hung, and interested in something casual.
The point is: There is no need to lie. You’ll weed out the options that aren’t for you, it may take a little longer, but you won’t feel like an asshole for deceiving someone for trying to fuck their brains out and then never call them again.
What follows are two accounts of the odds being in my favor.
**ELLIE**
I met Ellie on Bumble. She said she was looking for a relationship, but she was too cute to pass up, so I took my chances swiping right. She’d see my bio and see what I was looking for and then we’d go from there. When I swipe right on someone looking for a relationship, I always try to make it clear (assuming we match) that I remain certain that I am looking for something casual, so as to not waste her time.
Ellie happened to swipe right on me. We chatted for a few days and finally, I decided it was time to clarify and set up expectations before agreeing to meet. She said she’d seen the bit about casual and decided to live a little. We grabbed drinks and talked about the best and worst dates she’d had. Ellie confessed that she was in a bit of a rut and felt a lot of pent up sexual frustration. It’s amazing how honest we can get when we agree from the jump to be direct. She felt like she needed a hard reset to get her mojo working again, saw my page, thought I was “cute enough,” and figured I might be able to scratch her itch.
We agreed to head back to my place. We got into my truck and she smiled at me. I smiled back. Ellie said she liked being up higher in the truck. Better view of the road and also … no one could see in. Before I knew it, she had reached over the center console and pulled my cock out of my pants. My apartment was a quick drive from the bar to my place, but she sucked so hard and so confidently, that I knew I wasn’t going to last.
“Mmm,” I said as I gripped the steering wheel. She looked up to me and winked. I don’t know what it was about that wink, but it sent me over the edge. I exploded a massive load into her mouth. She reacted, groaning with delight as I filled her mouth with semen. I could hear her gulp the load down her throat into her stomach.
I parked, zipped up, and we headed upstairs. I pushed her backwards into my sofa and lifted her skirt up over her stomach, pushed her panties to the side and wasted zero time licking her clit. She was already soaking wet. Begging for more. I slid two fingers inside of her and fingered her while I ate her pussy and licked her.
She yanked off her top, unhooked her bra and began to squeeze her breasts, moaning with delight.
“Can I taste?” She asked.
I pulled a soaking wet finger from her cunt and she licked it clean. She nodded approvingly as I returned my fingers to her pussy, fingering harder and harder while I sucked and tongued her clit until she came. We stood and stripped naked. I bent her over the arm of the sofa and eased myself inside of her. I grabbed onto her hips and began to thrust deeper and deeper. I could hear her moaning, reaching out desperately for something to grab onto as I pounded myself deep inside of her.
Getting sucked off in my car allowed me to last a bit longer during round two. I fucked her harder than I’d fucked anyone in a while. My cock throbbed. She begged for more, reaching her right arm in between her legs and masturbating.
“I’m gonna cum,” she said. “Fuck me right there and don’t. Slow. Down!”
I drove myself in and out of her, dripping sweat all over her lower back, grinding into her, slapping her firm ass.
“Cum with me!” She howled! “I’m cumming. JESUS FUCKING SHIT I’M CUMMIIING!!”
Following her orders, I shot my load, ejaculating deep inside of her as we writhed together on the sofa and collapsed into ourselves. She fingered herself as my cum dripped from her. She scooped my load up with her fingers and ate it as we caught our breaths. After a minute of downtime, she sighed and stood up, grabbing her clothes.
“I needed this,” she said. “Thank you so much.”
She kissed me, dressed and called for an Uber.
Some people might feel empty or lonely—they come over, fuck and then leave. But as an introvert, this was ideal for me.
**SARAH**
A week later, I was on Tinder when I came across Sarah’s bio. She was recently divorced. This was my sweet spot. I’d found my niche. Transient women who were in and out of town and divorcees. Sarah messaged me and said she thought I was cute. We talked for a while and hit it off.
“Where are you in town?” She asked.
“I live in Hillsdale,” I said.
“Shut up,” she said. “Me too! Drinks?”
We met at the Hillsdale Bar on, guess what, Hillsdale Avenue. Sarah was a chubby brunette—but she was thiccc in the best way possible. She wasn’t fat, she was cute as hell, short and voluptuous. She had been married for three years and when she told her husband she didn’t want kids, he hit the wall. They were divorced three months later. She was in good spirits, always giggling, talking about how she dodged the motherhood bullet.
We ordered drinks, talked for an hour and then decided to head out.
“My place or yours?” She asked.
I felt like changing things up, so I said hers. We drove back to her place.
“I have a hot tub,” she said with a smirk as she stripped naked in her foyer. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her bubble butt. She had thick thighs, slight cellulite. I couldn’t contain myself. I stripped down, too.
“Hard already?” She said as she caught a glimpse. I smirked. She grabbed my cock and lead me to her back porch, which was surprisingly secluded given the fact that her neighbors were right next door. She folded up the lid on her hot tub and clicked it on. It came alive as we kissed.
“Hold on,” Sarah said. “Just gotta go inside and pee.”
I perked up. An avid fan of golden showers, I held my hand up and shook my head, suggesting she not waste going all the way inside.
“Oh?” She said, turning a bright shade of red. “Why?”
“Because,” I said with a mischievous grin.
“Do you want to … watch me?”
I nodded.
Sarah stepped into the yard and squatted down. I watched as she bit her bottom lip and let out a slow stream, peeing into the grass. I exhaled with joy as I watched her piss spray out of her cunt. She had a small bush, hard nipples, a thin waist. She finished and smiled, standing up and walking over to me. My cock throbbed.
We got into the hot tub and she immediately straddled me, riding me in the warm, bubbly water until she started to bite my ear and whisper that she was close to cumming. She sat all the way down, taking all eight of my inches and began to writhe and squirm, moving back and forth until I shot a thick load inside of her. We came at the exact same time. Sarah crawled off of me and swam across the hot tub to the other day. We looked at each other and then she began to masturbate, moaning with pleasure.
Within minutes, my cock was hard again. I stood up and walked over to her, standing on the step she was situated on. I dangled my eight inch cock in front of her face, ordering her to open her mouth as I fucked her face. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as I fucked her mouth in the hot tub. She continued to masturbate, bringing herself to orgasm as I treated her mouth like a pussy. I grabbed onto her head and held it in place as I slammed myself into her saliva drenched throat. She gagged, coughed, spurted up saliva, which gushed out of her cheeks and down to her large, beautiful tits.
She tapped my thigh and I pulled my drenched cock from her throat.
“My face,” she said. “I want your nut on my face.”
I nodded and proceeded to relentlessly fuck her throat until I was about to explode. I pulled out and masturbated, aiming my cock over her face, spurting thick ropes of cum all over her face. She giggled as thick cum ran down her face and onto her breasts.
I sat back down across from her and leaned back, watching her in her soaking wet, cum soaked beauty.
“Can I get you a beer?” She asked.
I nodded.
Sarah exited the hot tub and returned a moment later, my cum still covering her face. She handed me a beer and sat back down in the hot tub, sipping her beer and using a finger to clean up my ropes of sperm from her face, which she licked and followed up with a sip of beer.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a0nh9d/found_my_niche