My Love For Older Men

This is not a blog I’ve struggled with, in fact, I wrote with vigor, a topic close to my heart.

I’ve always been attracted to men older than me, either by a mere few years or a hefty age gap. A wise man gets me….well, satisfactorily saturated.

Are you attracted to women or men younger than you or older than you?

Freud would have a field day with us – why oh why are you attracted to women half your age? Why am I attracted to men nearly twice my age? Is it the conversation they offer me, or possibly their enigma, or maybe it’s just the way the sunlight glistens from their grey hair when they dip their chin, smiling cheekily at me, the soft lines around their face look delightful when they’re making love to me, and the way their wise worn hands feel cupping my breasts?

And why do you enjoy younger women?

When I was in the arms of a Lover a few weeks ago, he was transfixed on my neck – it was bliss, and I asked him why he loved necks so much, his answer: “Why do you love your favorite dessert?” good point right? We don’t need a reason…we are attracted to what we’re attracted to. I’m guessing you love younger women simply because you love younger women (plus they are beautiful and delicious, and extra yummy covered in whipped cream)

The moral of the story is that I am attracted to older men, this doesn’t mean I am not attracted to men my age or younger, on the contrary, both fall into the category: my type – hey…dessert is dessert. But please know – My Lover – that your age doesn’t bother me in the slightest, quite the opposite. If you are wise, and funny, and kind, and chivalrous, then we will get along just fine regardless of a number.

Kisses,

Harper

Harper Jones