Good on paper but…

Why do older men and the married ones (of any age) think they should have a freebie?

I am not a “desperate housewife” or a bimbo; I can get a screw from a single younger man for free, if that was my interest. Older men may have some erectile stuff going on, no matter what the damned commercials say about ‘an erection that last more 12 hours’. Combine that with just normal aging (knees, hips, back pain). People do need to sleep-I don’t know of many older men who can screw all night and get up bushy-tailed at dawn, ready for a full day.

Last but not least, I don’t have a daddy complex; I am 30, a man 50 years old is almost my Daddy’s age. I am still young, vibrant and I am not all fucked out, I don’t have to be nice in hopes for a screw. I know that I have only a limited time to play my younger woman card, to Married men need to really be cool about it. All he can give me is money (and hopefully an orgasm), as his time, cock and assets are tied up.

I am sure that there are lonely men in sexless marriages but how is it going to help me to deal with him for free? I am sure Mrs. sexless marriage has some very clear ideas about the Mr.’s “need for comfort and affection”. That does not mean a married man does not have feelings. Of course he does, and I will be as nice to him as he is to me. But I can’t care about him, he has a wife and his care is all wrapped into her. I only get a chance to ride the dick see-saw when he has a spare minute. 

*the bigger the dick, the smaller the dollars

My experiences have been that the bigger the dick, the less likely he is to cough up some cash. My friend’s husband once told her, “If I had a 10 inch pole, I probably would not be so nice either.” Touche, my good fellow. I suspect his is not alone in his thinking.

My former lovers with smaller dicks were not just sweet and kind, they were doing a bit of compensation. I have never been a professional escort or a flat-out hooker but I do expect a certain amount of consideration from my steady dates. Of those the ones with smaller cocks, were the most generous, and the one who had prostate issues was especially giving.

I have not have many big cocks in me (those 9 inch, thick veiny delights), because they were attached to arrogant tightwads. I only had 2 of those wonders in my past. (Note: arrogant I can handle, tightwads, no dice.)

Any comments, ladies?

The greatest insult to me is “ I would give you money but I don’t want to treat you like a hooker”. What type of foolishness is that? Hunh? How can offering me money actually be an insult? That one causes me to shake my head in disgust. If he had of said “tramp’ or ‘slut’, then those would be fighting words, as tramps just get a load of cum and a hasty dismissal. No dinner, possibly no drinks, no cash/prizes and more than likely, not even an orgasm.

I feel very sexy after the sex is over and I have cash to take care of things with. I believe that some men go to hookers because they don’t want complications. I agree with them. Wish I could get m hands on more of that type.

Two tales

. Older guy, mid-50’s, very trim but has a lot of sun and more than a few laugh lines. Charming, funny, bright blue eyes. Nice smile, light brown hair. Wants to go to dinner, but I have asked for a few more hours of work, as I have a bill to work on. So, he says, “well I still would like to see you, as you have to eat anyway, might as well be with me.” I have food at home and a hot bath waiting on me as well, I tell him.

He wanted to know why I was working so much, said that I have a bill to tackle. I suppose he thought it was delightful to say to me (because he did say it), “ I would offer to pay that bill but I don’t want to treat you like a hooker.’ My immediate response was ‘why not?’ Taken aback, he says, “You are a nice girl, I don’t want to insult you by offering you money, as I am attracted to you and I do hope that we can spend some time together later in my hot tub, As a matter of fact, I would like you to spend the night and let me pamper you”.

I am by this point ready to hang up the phone but I press ahead and ask him what so of pampering can be more relaxing than cash in hand. A long pause, and a longer sigh. “What do you want?”, he asked.

Wrap up-I got dinner, drinks, and a long soak in the hot tub, great oral sex, even better hard pounding penetration and cash slipped into my jeans pocket on my way out of the door.

Not because I am a hooker but in spite of it, he said. I really did not care as long as I had actual folding money.

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Met him on the ‘Net, not as a date as friendly chat buddy. He did try to flirt a bit but he was in one of those ‘semi-separated’ marriage, so I balked. One day about 4 months in, he mentions that he has a trip and wants to see me in person, but I am on my way out of town when he is coming in. It just so happens that we can meet up in the airport for maybe 3 or so hours, one of those coincidences.

I see him and he is even better than his pics. Now I am excited! We went to one of the little sports-type bars. Within an hour after sitting down he admits he is attracted and wants to see me naked and wet. I could tell it was coming because I had been thinking of his drilling me from behind for about the past 15 minutes. After lot of giggling much cooing and a wet juicy kiss, we parted, promising to make plans to see each other soon.

However… when it came time to talk about the details, he was all for a visit-jacuzzi, wine, and room service, as he did not expect to get out of the bed to make it to a restaurant. We ground to a halt when it came to what I could take home with me, I have many happy memories, I need more than that. I was not greedy-just enough for a facial, a blow-out, a mani/pedi and a smoothie on my way home. He of course, did not see it that way-he thought it would demean me and treat me ‘like a hooker’, to give me cash, so he could just arrange for the stuff and….

No. As you have guess, it did not pan out. After it was all said and done he admitted his real problem, he felt he was too good looking and he should not have to. He was offended a bit that I did not see his point.

Wrap-up: I wished him well, not only with the wife but with all the future pieces of trim he would get as mine was not up for sampling.

He still periodically emails me to say hi. I don’t respond to each but maybe every other one.

Women often get caught up in thinking that because they are young(er) or look a certain way they are somehow entitled to certain things. Such as the have a beeline to a man’s wallet because they are 22 or do lots of yoga and are super-buff. Let’s take a minute on both those topics. 

I work on not falling into the former trap of “younger is better” because some men don’t care. A good piece of ass is what they want, be it 20, 30, 40 or 50. As long as it is still a snug fit between the cock and the pussy, okay. It works.

Since I like to be spoiled, the men I date are normally at least 1 decade older. ( I prefer the ones in my age group but they tend to not have the resources yet or are tight-fisted. Or get they real live hookers.) 

Other chicks think that if you look a certain way, it matters. They are partially right. For some men you must be a swimsuit model to get their cash. Others want that stereotypical stripper look. Some want businesswoman by day, randy plaything by night. Other want big-tits, ass, thighs, mouth, Still others want tiny parts.

I have friends who seem to think that since they are not a size 6, they can’t get a man, least not the type who will give gifts and stuff. I can say that I did actually get the type of money I had been dreaming of until I turned 23 and had finally got some hips and ass, with big tits to match. My curvy womanly body attracted a different type of man-the one who wanted to take me out and fuck me as well, not just the ones who wanted to score or show me off. 

I was brought up to believe that if a man is with you, he likes you, don’t quiz him to death about bullshit. My mom told me when I was 15 that “if his dick is hard, he is attracted. The day you need to worry is when he can’t get it up with you anymore”. My Granddaddy said that there is nothing more unattractive than a woman who is always asking a man if she looks good and whining about her weight. I agree with them both. I am not skinny by a long shot.

But I never have any problem with men on that front, only when I don’t curb my tongue and let my smart-ass side emerge. If a man wants what I have to offer physically, then he does what to see, touch and so forth. 

Confidence and willingness, a good attitude and pleasantness, go a long way toward getting what one seeks.  Some guys just want the woman to strip, spread and fuck. For that they will gladly give tributes. All the rest is incidental.