Despite my disastrous attempts to scare this young man away, he apparently had as much fun on the date as I had. And he was also turned on from our kissing in the parking lot, so naturally we agreed to see each other again.

It could go both ways. Either he was going to be disappointing like the other young men I had hooked up with the last time I was single, or maybe it could turn out to be something good and continuous.

I would really like to have that again. I didn’t feel like shagging around anymore. Now where I had overcome my physical barriers and knew how it could be, I just wanted one serious FWB until Mr. Right came along. And preferably a FWB with some skills. No more mediocre sex for me, thank you very much. I wanted quality, not quantity.

Of course, there were many things I could experiment with if I wanted. For example, a threesome, which Loco and I had talked about with a 3rd man. This was arranged and everything, but kept being postponed because of Corona, and then I ran into the Bodyguard, and we had to cancel our plans.

I also wanted to try a woman, but I wanted somebody as unexperienced as myself, and the only woman I wrote well with, showed a slightly more perverse side than I could deal with. She liked to invite the dog into the bedroom, and that is absolutely not my thing. And I have an irrational disgust of jewelry, and she was pierced heavily in her private parts, so it would never be her anyway.

Besides … I believe I am more to the intense and dedicated and fun lovemaking than experiments for the experiment’s sake. For now, anyway.

The smart thing about the Chef was that we were childfree in the same weeks, which is rather practical, with the distance and all. But we still had to see if we were compatible in bed, before this even was an issue. And if I must be honest, I had my doubt about that because of his age.

Anyway, we agreed on a date the upcoming childfree week, and he drove all the way to my home, where we chatted and had something to drink. It was nice. I really enjoyed his company. He was sweet, fun and attentive, and I really liked it, so I was looking forward to the more fun part, but he didn’t seem to make the move.

And who could blame him? He had seen this no-bullshit-fury in the forest, so I thought … even if he normally would have made a move, he probably waited for me to take action. So naturally I did. Asked if we should do the dirty deed, and when he smiled and agreed, I just sent him into the bedroom, while going into the bathroom myself. Why change my diva-ways? 😉 If you want something, go for it.

Internally, I was preparing for the worst, but when we came into bed … damn … he really surprised me, I must say.

The following is going to contain mature content, so stop reading here, if you don’t want to read specific details.

My body count is higher than I would like (even though I don’t regret anything, it was necessary to bring me where I am today), and I enjoy the oral part of sex very much. Both giving and receiving. But every man that I have been with, and even those who claimed that they were fantastic to give oral pleasure … they ALL do it the same way.

I don’t know if all men have seen the same porn when it comes to that, but I am sorry guys, you all do it the same way. 21- or 53-years old’s … doesn’t matter. There are small variations, but it’s still the same.

But this young man … wow. Just wow.

How to explain, without getting into too many details … First of all, he took his time. No busyness or feeling that he just had to “warm me up”, so that he could get moving. He HAD warned me that he liked that part very much, but I’ve heard that before. But no, he wasn’t kidding. He was focused, determined and was clearly enjoying himself. He was everywhere down there, pressing with fingers various places, caressing, stimulating all over the area. Giving it all the time in the world.

Most men tend to focus on a particular spot, and let me in on a secret, guys. We women tend to get as sensitive on our special part, like you on the top of your head, so quit focusing so much on that exact spot constantly!

But this guy … he was everywhere, it was soft, then hard, then teasing and it was so, so, soooo good. It was like he just … conquered my parts, entered them, and gave more pleasure than I EVER have gotten from oral treatment.

And I am not even exaggerating. I was blown away! I remember calling my sister either right after he had left or early the next day, telling her that I had tried something out of the ordinary. That he must have seen some other porn than other men, because he was miles better than anybody I ever had been with.

I don’t even remember the sexpart after the oral treatment if I must be honest. I remember my satisfaction by discovering his size (especially after Soldier and Biker Dude, who were quite below average), and I really enjoyed the sex, but the oral part … that’s what really made an impression.

Luckily, he also thought that the sex was amazing, so we quickly agreed upon seeing each other again. With our kids, we had to wait another week, and I was prepared that it probably wouldn’t be that good the second time. Sometimes you only get lucky the first time. Just like the Caretaker, where it was fantastic the first time, and then just became worse and worse, but no … the second date was right up there.

We clicked instantly in the sex area and were totally aligned with our rhythm and desires. We had fun with the sex and loved to please each other, so it was unbelievable good. And also the conversations both before and after went really great, so I was beginning to hope that he at least could be a long term FWB relation, because this, I didn’t want to be without!

He claimed that he was not just looking for a FWB relation, but in fact wanted a loving relationship, but with the age gap between us, I couldn’t see that happening, even if I found him extremely attractive. We had fun and nothing more, which I (again very bluntly) stated on our 3rd date.

I told him that I was blown away by our amazing sex, and I really was getting fond of him, but that I wasn’t falling in love with him, and that we shouldn’t be anything else than FWB’s. He agreed and said that he didn’t want to let go of our sexual chemistry, and that he didn’t feel anything else.

And how could he be? I could almost be his mother (which I also told him from time to time). Besides, he was still new on the dating market, so I expected that it wouldn’t be long before he found something more age appropriate.

So, we kept seeing each other, but knowing that he only was a FWB, way too young and living too far away, I was still on the look-out, and was still on both Facebook dating and the sex-dating site, which I will tell you about in the next chapter.

I even had begun writing with the Slave again. Do y’all remember him? The last time we saw him, he was chained to a fence, wearing a cock cage …

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