As a 25 year old female I’ve always had a thing for older men. At first it start off with a decade over, then I realised stretching it to 15 years didn’t seem so bad. Then, my affair with a 53 year old started and I realised that all cocks, young or old were just as capable. So next time I was on the dating apps I left by age range as wide open as my legs would be spread for them.
Unexpectedly I find a match from a clearly handsome, wealthy and very much older man at 55. With three kids in his bio I can’t help but feel a thrill of the taboo run through me. Did he think about how close my age (25) was to his kids? Did he know he was being a bad man by approaching me? Did he think about the public stigma if we were to be seen in public together?
On our first date together as I walk next to him I revel in the attention we gather from strangers, as their eyes linger on us together. Fortunately for him we’re interracial so it’s clear that I’m not his daughter at the least. I want people to admire us though, and show off the handsome older daddy I’ve acquired. Let them think he’s paying me – he’s not. I’m there like the willing slutty little girl I am.