By: Valeria Sugar April 8, 2020
“THOSE OF 40-50 ARE MY FAVORITES”
It was a rainy day, I left because I had to go to university but for me bad luck, they suspended last minute classes, so I, "Stupid San," went to college, as a good girl that I was. That morning I glimpsed everything normal, that it was going to be a day like any other, without news, it seemed that way, but I had no idea that I would be a victim of capricious destiny. The play that awaited me, Bárbara!
I was 18 years old at that time, I currently have 28, my name is Xana. I woke up as usual, at 7am, I saw that the sky almost fell on the city, it was a horrible gray and rainy day. There were thunder, well, that's why I said that I was "Stupid San," because no one in their right mind goes out on a day like that. What would you do? What breaks a lightning in two? Surely.
I lived with my mom, as always only she and me. I grew up with a single mom and we have always been inseparable. She always woke up with me to say good morning and prepare breakfast for both of them, she has not worked for years since my father died and we live on her pension and a business she left but that business is someone else, so my mother his income as he says. That's why we always had the opportunity to be together and live together as great friends. And that morning of terrible rain was no exception.
My beautiful mom told me not to go to college like that, you know that law: moms always know everything. But I ignored it and went. I took my umbrella, boots and list. I went out to take a taxi. When I arrived at the university I was surprised that there were no classes, at the last minute they suspended the classes at a regional level. We were few naive fools who went to school like that. And ok, let's go back. I had already gotten off the taxi, and had to wait for another taxi home. I was in the corner of the university waiting for a taxi when he passed a car at full speed and splashed me completely with water, Rays! I wanted to tear out that unfortunate's eyes or punch out his minimal tires (Haha).
But the car that was behind that evil criminal stopped, and lowered the passenger window, "Miss, are you okay, need a ride or something?" He said. I almost with the face of shame, I wanted the earth to swallow me. I do not know if something like this has happened to you, but you feel the pain of someone seeing you and making fun of you. That's how I felt. I think I was a bit rude to him and I almost asked him to leave. Very rude. But he, with his very kind and sweet tone, said to me, "I live nearby, if you like I'll lend you a towel to dry you, you can get sick." I do not know what the fuck went through my head, but when I realized, I was in his car heading home, I was sitting there in the passenger seat. But how crazy, with so much risk that he was a crazy killer or what I know!
Although that young man was very kind, when he got home, nice house by the way, so I remember him. I stayed at the entrance a bit self-conscious because I was in a strange place under strange circumstances. He said very kindly, "Permit me a moment, let me see that the bathroom is decent for you to come to dry yourself. I smiled at him in appreciation, as he went, I observed his house, that decoration was the work of a woman, very surely, I thought.
-Linda house, and very kind, thanks. You must think that I am very irresponsible to get into a stranger's car so easily, "I said. And he smiled, he told me, -nothing that lady, go to the bathroom to dry, and take her home as soon as you like. He lent me a woman's clothes, dry clothes, why did I need it because I was soaked from head to foot? He told me, when he gave it to me, that it is clothes that his ex left behind and he would no longer occupy it. Aha, I knew it! A woman lived in that house, of course, that good feminine taste is obvious.
I spread my clothes in the bathroom to dry a little before I left. When I came out of the bathroom I was expecting a rate of hot chocolate at the kitchen counter, and he had put on cozy music. I approached and thanked him, I told him that I would not be long, with the pain of so much trouble. He must have been about 30 years old or a little younger, he was not a very old man. He was handsome and very polite. When we drank the rate of chocolate, I do not know how, but suddenly between the conversation he came and kissed me. That unexpected outburst left me perplexed.
The big surprise is that I was a virgin. I had never been with anyone in privacy. I had boyfriends from school but nothing of intimacy. It had been a long time since I wanted to live that experience. And it was there. Without waiting for it or planning it. I do not know if he had in mind all this macabre plan from the moment he offered to take me to his house to "dry me up". But WOW! What a surprise. It was the first time I did it, I never imagined it would be with a strange man, much less older than me. It was really incredible, he treated me like I never imagined that someone would treat me, it's more, I thought that the first time I would hurt and nothing of that, on the contrary, I enjoyed it immensely.533/5000 We did it in the living room, he spread a thick blanket on the carpet, it was really very sexy everything. I felt that in my body, inside fireworks exploded everywhere. This first experience was unforgettable. It was truly gratifying to have lived the first time with an older person, with experience. When he finished he hugged me and I fell asleep in his lap. I felt dreamed. When I woke up I got dressed, my clothes were obviously still wet but that's how I left, no way to get home with the clothes of strangers. What would my mom say? No no!
He took me home and we said goodbye. Never in my life did I know who he was, I could not even remember where his house was, it was demented that I did not notice the way. All day I thought about that man, that experience, that is, I never imagined that my first time would be with a stranger, I wanted the fairy tale and to some extent I was still confused by what had happened. Then I thought about all the bad things that could have happened, it's good that nothing bad happened, huh!
Anyway. I felt new, I felt like a woman. I wanted to eat the world, that feeling of power was even unbearable for myself, I did not fit in my own body, I wanted to venture. I definitely wanted to feel the same way I felt that crazy day. And the next time I did it with a friend from the university but it was a complete disaster, so I understood that the inexperience of young people does not have the least comparison with the experience of an older man. They are different in everything. It is a huge disadvantage for young people. When I understood that, I went in search of a mature man and I checked, so I always bet on older men since then. From 40 to 50 are my favorites.
To all this, you will ask yourself, what does my story have to do with the SD? Well, a lot. You see, due to my first experience with an older man, that is what I know from the beginning as synonymous with pleasure, safety above all, autonomy, facilities, etc. I have rarely had intimacy with younger guys than usual or my age, and honestly, they are not my favorites. I definitely bet on mature men. I thank you for sharing your experience with girls like me. Because with them everything is possible. The best things I have lived thanks to older and generous men who benefit me in many ways, it is the perfect agreement, both parties win.
It was at 20 when I had my first SD. We met on a casual dating website. Due to my slight obsession with old men, I looked for them on the internet, since in person I did not have many opportunities to meet them, and the advantages of these sites on the internet is that you specifically put in the search engine what you need and ready, you will see the options according to your preferences, save a lot of time and give you many options, thanks internet!
Alfonso was called this first SD. We chatted for a while on the internet before we met, about a month before we met in person. We had understood each other very well. He was a successful businessman, quite handsome if you ask me. He was quite a gallant and with an attitude of conqueror that at first seemed pedantic but once I fell into his networks I loved him madly. We stayed to see each other in the parking lot of a plaza. He told me which was his car, we communicated by phone, and when he saw his car, he arrived at the passenger door and we were both happy to see each other after talking so much after the screen.
As we already knew a little after a month of online chats and calls. "We already felt like it", as colloquially is said. So we went straight to a motel and the passion was mutual. Unforgettable encounter. When we finished we talked a little and he took me home again. We did not lose communication in all the time we spent watching each other. But from the first meeting he gave me a gift, a beautiful MK watch, I did not know about brands and prices, it's not something I usually look at, but my gay cousin when he saw the clock that he had left in my dresser shouted like crazy, " OMG a MK, why do not you wear it ?! "I was out of the loop, I did not understand. And quickly my cousin searched the official website of the brand and told me the price, I went back when I knew. Then I understood that he would spend on me without skimping.
I discovered a beautiful thing, the advantages of being a woman and having a generous man who wants to indulge me with, basically money. And I thought how silly I had been to "give myself away" with many without getting anything other than good times, but nothing tangible. I do not want to sound frivolous, but everything tastes richer with details, with gifts. I do not know, to this day, a woman who does not feel flattered by a present of a man. Never! And there I started playing this role. It's not about asking, because they give you their own things, it's their way of thanking you for giving them magical moments, or what do I know! But how cool, once they give you gifts you go into that nice world of exchanges and it seems fair.
It's not prostitution or anything like that, we're just two people enjoying the moment, and we both have things to offer. With Alfonso I lasted 3 or 4 months, not much in reality, but thanks to him I learned the power of my beauty and my youth. After him he had to aim high again, the experiments with young boys and fleeting encounters with strangers were over. I had a new goal when it came to wanting to be company and sharing intimacy. At least a few months of benefits was the basics for me, now.625/5000 And so it has been, I found in the older men the comfort of the quality company. The great advantages they represent for me are many. From sexuality with real pleasure, good restaurants, gifts, good talks, etc. Your experience is your strength. They are people who know what they want and their autonomy to a certain extent seems sexy, I can not imagine with young guys, not anymore. It's like lowering the level. Currently I'm not with anyone, the last SD relationship I had was two months ago, as always, unique moments. I remain open to the possibility of meeting another great older man ...