I am looking at older men with more interest in their sexual appeal.

[Pornfan77]

You would make an impression on me if you reached inside your pants and made yourself cum imagining my mouth.

I can do that for you!

 

[BlueChamisa]

I can only speak from my experience. I am now 64.

I'm in as good physical shape as I've been since my 20s, when I didn't have to make any effort! My sex drive is still high. I don't have ED issues beyond the occasional "softening" if I'm really focusing on what I'm doing that doesn't involve my cock.

My wife and I have the greatest sex of our lives. I take a lot of credit for that because, as she likes to say, I'm her "favorite perv" — I'm creative and never let us fall into stagnation.

I'm proud that as a wee laddie I was very interested in my girlfriends' pleasure. But if anything, I've become more giving, more attentive, more dedicated and more energetic when it comes to being part of a woman's pleasure.

I'm so turned on and excited when I have sex. I can't wait to get to my climax, but she more often comes first, and anticipating keeps me hard as a steel rod.

Yeah, I have gray hair ... but what pigment is left has gone back to the blond of my youth since I stopped cutting it during covid.

I have more lines in my face and perhaps less supple skin than, say, a 32-year-old man, but I am INTO it, without reservation.

Also, I've always been very open sexually, and it's been amazing in my older years to stop worrying about what everyone might think and just enjoy sex as my full self (that includes going to adult resorts with my wife and bisexuality).

So sure, try an "older man" today!

 

[Seasider62]

As above, I am an experienced mature male aged 63. I am married but my extremely high sex drive means I need more than my lovely wife Sarah can physically handle. All my life from a young age I have been the same. My wife who I have known since we were young teenagers is undstaning of my sexual needs and has allowed me to satisfy these physical requirements with other females who have a similar need for more intimate male contact. This doesn't mean I have gone through the entire female population of our location. Over the years I have had only 3 regular acquaintances. I am very very discreet about this and my extra marital contacts are the same
It's a human condition that can't be easily explained and may seem strange or even unacceptable to many people. My wife knows that it's purely a physical association that I have with these people and there is not a chance of me ever entering into an emotional relationship with them. The situation has been discussed and ground rules set out to boundaries. If Sarah ever wanted the same I would be comfortable and support her in her desire

 

[DrKinks]

I’ve never regretted moving up through the age range. I still have men my own age, or slightly older, but I have, with one or two disappointments, thoroughly enjoyed being taken by the more mature gentlemen. Age doesn’t matter to me, its capability, and the experience, care, consideration and endurance from the older man which is almost perfect.

Lucy.

Very nicely written. The depth of your answer is definitely appealing.

 

[Seasider62]

Thank you for your comment, its not a situation the majority of people accept or even understand.

 

[AlwaysHard35]

Perfectly said

 

[Curiousmn]

Today I am watching the florist shop by myself, and it is slow with our first dusting of snow. Mom stayed home for the morning shift, so I am able to sit with my hot chocolate and write something for all the kind men who have been flirting with me here on Lit. I was honestly surprised that anyone would want to talk to me, what with so many beautiful women posting videos of themselves and looking so sexy in lingerie. But the more that I read your complements and found myself blushing, I would sometimes giggle and do something naughty like rubbing my clit beneath my panties. The more that I share conversations here, the more I am convinced that I should have begun dating an older man when I first met my ex-boyfriend. My parents wouldn't have approved and I'm sure that it would have been scandalous too, but I have always enjoyed the attention of older men and how they treat me like a lady. Even if I catch them staring at my cleavage of watching me walk away in a revealing short dress.

After responding to so many complementary and provocative responses yesterday, I decided that I needed a relaxing shower with bodywash before bed. Even as I lathered myself up with warm soap suds, I knew that I couldn't go to sleep until I'd pleasured myself and relieved all of my sexual frustrations. I thought of the men here and how they made me wet with their words, then imagined so many men whom I've shared moments with on my family's farm or even here at the florist. Long before I left my boyfriend, I bought a large and realistic dildo to compensate for what he couldn't give me personally. I placed it on the wall of my shower, wondering what it might be like if I had invited one of those men from the bar back to my home. As I stood there beneath the hot water and slippery with lotion, my first instinct was to kneel and look up to where someone's face might be smiling down on me.

I gently caressed the head with my fingertips, then slid one hand slowly over its length. It was slick and hard the way I had always needed my boyfriend to be for me but wasn't. As I continued to caress it, I leaned closer to kiss its tip with soft pink lips, then closed my eyes and slid my mouth over its head to cup the rim just inside my mouth. I reached down with my other hand and fingered my clit, my breasts heaved but there no other hands to handle them for me. Sliding my mouth over the dildo sensually, I fantasized about sucking an older man to hardness as he combed my hair back with his fingers and told me what a beautiful young woman I am. The thought made me suck harder, wanting to make him happy and to finally climax with a thick load of sticky sperm. I have always enjoyed the warmth and smell, but most of all the taste and how it makes me feel sexually excited.

With my eyelids fluttering and mouth covering half the length of its ten inches, I imagined that my mystery man had finally climaxed inside me and wanted even more. I looked up into imaginary eyes and stood slowly for him, wanting someone to lift and press my boobs together and make them flush with hard handling. I turned around and leaned back until I felt his head kiss my clit, then placing my hands against the opposite side of the shower, pressed against his shaft until it slid deep inside me. I wasn't interested in foreplay, but rather something harder and more forceful than I've ever experienced. Gyrating my hips and stretching my body across the shower stall, my full breasts swung with each thrust back against his hard cock. I pushed and pulled back until I began talking dirty to my imaginary man, telling him to fuck me harder and make me feel like the woman I am. I reached a hand up and squeezed a breast, then lowered my fingers to rub my lips alongside the length of dildo. Each tickle of my clit made me shudder and shake, my first full orgasm in some time nearly making me collapse on the floor.

When I finally came and knelt on the floor, I was exhausted but still unsatisfied. I had orgasmed imagining being with an older man, but still there was no warmth nor the questing hands of someone who desired me. An older man would have held me and the carried me to my bed, laying me on my back to appreciate all that I have to offer. He would slide his hands over my long legs, bending my knees back and going down on me, sliding his tongue inside my soft flesh to taste the milk and honey which would get him harder still. Once he was enchanted by my sweet nectar, he would kneel on the bed and raise my legs over his hip, pushing his thick cock inside me, pumping me hard like a jackhammer until I gripped the bed and cried out for how good it felt. But I wouldn't want him to slow down, because I need a man to desire me and show how much he lusts for my body. I would cry out when his balls reached my bottom, then rock back and forth and he drove himself deep enough to make me cry out. I want to tell him to fuck me and fuck me hard, make me cum and for him to cum inside me till it overflows.

The more that I flirt with older men here and imagine what they might do for me, the more that I am imagining myself submissive to their lusts for a much younger woman. I masturbate imagining each of you, sometimes being sweet and other times making me want to lower to my knees and open your pants for a slow sucking. I can't help myself, and maybe this is just who I am beneath the simple farm girl who sells flowers. I hope you don't think less of me for sharing my fantasies here, but you've all made me realize that maybe an older man would best satisfy my cravings for sexual experience. I know that I am still young and innocent despite years in a passionless relationship, but I feel like I could make any older man feel young again. Maybe you'll write and share your own fantasy of how you'd enjoy my company, or maybe just send a sweet note and make me blush for you in private. Whatever you say and do, just know that I see and hear each of you and am sincerely appreciative of all your attention. You make me feel like a beautiful young woman and I take you to bed with me when I am touching myself late at night.

OMG, such a hot post…it got me hard thinking of me being in the shower with you!