Summary

The author recounts a transformative experience with an older man, Michael, which taught her about her own desires and the different ways she would be valued throughout her life.

Abstract

The narrative describes the author's fling with Michael, a much older and successful man, following the end of a draining relationship. The author is captivated by Michael's confidence, lifestyle, and the respect he shows for her interests and independence. Their time together is marked by luxury, intellectual stimulation, and passionate encounters, which contrast sharply with her previous experiences. However, the revelation of Michael's marriage and the proposition of a transactional relationship prompts the author to reflect on her worth and the nature of desire. Ultimately, she chooses to end the affair, gaining insight into the evolving nature of her desirability and affirming her value beyond physical attributes.

Opinions

The author values fun, adventure, and intellectual engagement in a relationship, which she found lacking in her previous relationship with someone her age.
She appreciates being treated as an equal and enjoys the respect and attention Michael gives to her research and interests, which younger men did not provide.
The author is attracted to the confidence and experience of an older man, finding it a significant turn-on.
She desires a relationship where her body language is understood without needing verbal confirmation, indicating a preference for a more intuitive connection.
The author is initially taken aback but ultimately disappointed by Michael's lack of transparency about his marital status, suggesting a value for honesty and integrity.
She reflects on society's perception of women's desirability as tied to their youth and beauty, but also recognizes the value of wisdom and strength that comes with age.
The author prioritizes freedom and the ability to choose, rejecting the idea of becoming a trophy or being in a relationship based on transactional

What a Fling With an Older Man Taught Me About Desire

I craved fun and adventure

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I had just come out of a two-year relationship with a person my age. The relationship had physically and mentally drained me. The video games, the nagging, the obligations drove me crazy.

Being single again, I craved fun and adventure with a more seasoned man…. and Michael ticked all the boxes. He was 20 years my senior, owned a golf course, and had the confidence of an alpha.

I met Michael during my morning jog. As I stopped to reset my timer, he asked to join me. When we reached the park we spoke, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We exchanged numbers and continued texting each other until he asked to meet me again.

That evening I was getting ready to have dinner with Michael. I wore a black satin dress that hugged my waist, accentuated my curves, and showed just the right amount of cleavage. Then I added a pair of crème heels. I was oozing sex appeal, and I knew it. The last thing I wanted was to look like a little girl in search of a father figure.

He picked me up in a red sports car. As I strutted to the car, I could tell he was blown away. He looked devilishly handsome in his black Armani suit. We greeted each other with a peck on the cheek and headed for dinner.

When we got to the location, we were escorted to our table that faced the view of the bright light city — it was beautiful. The ambiance was serene I could hear classic notes, the soft murmur of voices and clinking of glass and cutlery. I had honestly never been to a place that fancy.

I tasted the finest champagne, and the food was impeccable. We spoke about his businesses and my ongoing scientific experiments. I was impressed by how much he knew and how keen he was on knowing more.

Younger man I’ve been with were never interested in my research; it was refreshing finding someone that did. After our third glass of rose’ Veuve Delroy, it was time for us to leave.

When the bill came, he was more than happy to take insisting it was inappropriate to split it. He looked after everything, the dinner, the reservations, my safety. And I loved that. To top it all, he was a gentleman, opening doors and taking my coat.

It made me feel very feminine as it gave me a sense of being provided for and being wanted.

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We got back to his spacious three-bedroom apartment. He had art collections displayed on the wall and a library of books that immediately caught my attention. Just as I was about to scan his collection, he slipped his hands around my waist and delicately but assertively pulled me towards him.

I was instantly turned on by his boldness and taken aback by his strength.

Our eyes met, and with passion, we kissed. He had no shame in his lust, moving his tongue from my mouth to my neck. I let him gently lay me on the delicate cream carpet. As he unzipped my black satin dress and effortlessly unclipped my bra, I felt reassured of his years of experience.

He wanted to devour me, and he wasn’t embarrassed by it — unlike inexperienced men that would ruin the moment by asking if I am okay. I wanted a beast on the sheets. One that would correctly read my body cues without me uttering a word.

He was everything I imagined a seasoned man would be. His elevated status and years of experience were a huge turn on. Those fine lines around his eyes and the slightly toughen skin were a bonus. As he thrust, I gyrated my hips and pressed on his back, pulling him deeper and deeper towards me. I not only wanted him, but I also wanted him to want me… more and more

In the morning, we made breakfast together. We kept teasing and kissing; I don’t even know how we finished cooking without burning anything. I loved that his aura of power was tinted with a boyish playfulness, I guess it’s clear I fancied Michael a lot.

I was getting used to this life, being wined and dined, and having mind-blowing sex. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Till the day, he admitted to having a wife and kid. It surprised me since I frequented his place and suspected nothing.

He continued to tell me he only comes into the city for a week every month. I didn’t judge him much. Maybe his wife was okay with an open marriage or was adulterous, or perhaps she was ill. But I still thought he should have told me this earlier. Was I mad? Hell yeah.

I asked him a question I have been dying to ask: ‘Why me?’

‘Well… I find youthful girls beautiful.’

He looked straight at me.

‘A young girl is the ultimate trophy for man. She’s beautiful and youthful. Her luscious hair, soft skin, vibrant eyes, and firm body.’

Then he looked away.

‘But she isn’t a woman yet. As a girl grows into a woman, she gains wisdom, intuition, and strength of character that men never develop. But then she loses her looks. Older women are captivating, but different from a young girl.

I admired his admission, yet I knew what he was proposing.

He wanted to fulfill his fantasy… he wanted my youth. His wife had filled the role of a strong, supportive female.

I kept quiet and digested all this. He said, ‘I‘ll take care of you, and we’ll be together for a week each month.’ For a moment, this sounded tempting… I could have this executive world and then go back into my life until I met him again. I could trade my youth and beauty for money. It was very tempting.

But I declined, and I’m glad I didn’t take the offer, because it would have ruined the experience for me. I wanted to have fun; pure primal sex, and the feeling of raw desire.

I couldn’t continue; I didn’t feel ready to be anyone’s trophy. Being with him on his terms would have removed the element of choice. And I thrive on freedom. I didn’t want to be tied to any agreement or arrangement though I had the greatest four days of my life with him.

He left me with a gift: the realization that I will be desirable in every phase of life right now I am desired for my youth and beauty, and when I age, I will be wanted for my intuition and wisdom. One attribute will be substitute another, and because of that, I am not afraid to age.

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