Women, It's OUR turn now!
MEN are lucky! They have sex basically until they die and may we say die HAPPY!
Women, on the other hand, as they get older, may not for a lack of a suitable partner, health reasons, menopause or plainly, they are disgusted by their husbands after years of being humped by them.
SO, WOMEN! Let's unite and chase after those younger men, I say NOW.
We mature, wise and still attractive women are willing to spread them, bread them, and not have to dream them – the older man.
So, WOMEN! Let's chase them, embrace them and race them because the younger man is interested in you. You are mature, no more games, no more conflict – you're ready for pure and lustful, dirty and messy sex – the best kind, of course.
So, WOMEN! Flash them, bash them and trash them – men, that is, younger, virile men for the time of your life.
Mature men, don't get discouraged. We're still more intrigued by you but it's our turn, our chance, we look great and we want to feel great sexually. If you aren't breaking our doors down anymore, let's equalize the playing field and get naked; however, and whatever way we can! There's still room for your experienced, willful cock to enter our pussies. There's room for your experience, guided, charming ass to squirm into our lives.
But, not today dear mature man. Today, we are chasing the younger man and I'll tell you why.
The Younger, Charming Man
Lisa was returning from a European vacation. She went to her seat on American Airlines from Sweden and there was a young man in her seat.
"Excuse me, but you're in my seat," said Lisa. She didn't much pay attention to this younger man. After all, she was in approaching beyond middle life and he was only still in his twenties or thirties. Lisa expected the young man to get a flight attendant so that he could find a seat but he unmistakably took the middle seat next to Lisa.
"Oh, let me try to find you an aisle seat. Steward, please...," requested Lisa.
"No, I'm fine," said the younger man.
Yes, you are for sure, thought Lisa looking at his long legs, long fingers, beautiful blonde hair, sharp pressed and starched white shirt, beige pants and black boots. He looked just like a man should look. Oh, yes, he was handsome, very handsome.
Lisa felt a bit self-conscious squeezing her middle-aged body into the aisle seat and leaving the young man to fend for himself.