Disclaimer – There is an age gap of ~20 years with 21F and ~40 male. It’s also long at ~2500 words. This is also my second time writing my experiences down; so any constructive criticism is also welcome.
I have always been a relatively quiet and reserved girl; a typical introvert. Keeping my head down, not a massive party animal and don’t have crazy adventures. Truthfully, my life looks totally dull. I studied hard at university (college for the Americans reading this) and started a graduate scheme after graduation. A boyfriend here and there but nobody interesting. To quote one of my friends (who I’m pretty sure was quoting a tv show) – ‘if you were a spice you would be flour’.
Publicly I do and say all the right things; work hard, spend plenty of time with friends and family, talk about careers and buying houses – all the usual things people expect. Under the surface I have a little secret, I love sex. Specifically; with older men. I try to keep this side of my life hidden; both for the thrill and because it could ruin my reputation, as a result I only get to indulge myself occasionally. I’m not a model, at 5’4”, size 10 (not stick thin), 34d with lighter brown hair and matching brown eyes, I can scrub up well with effort.