The older man has received less than glowing reviews due in part because it is a foregone conclusion that as a man ages his sexual prowess diminishes and the ability to adequately and proficiently satisfy his partner is just not possible. Nothing could be further from the truth.
I am confident that a sexually active woman of any age would welcome the man who didn't believe that an erection was the only means of sexual satisfaction. Personally, I would say that a man who knows how to use his hands, and his tongue can bring satisfaction tenfold without the stiff shaft that may no longer be up to waving in the wind. Since time began, men have improvised beautifully.
There is a place for romance and a place for raunchy, dirty, unadulterated down to brass tacks sex. What would happen if you could find both in one man, it would be a gift from the gods in my estimation.
This is a story about such a perfect man. I hope it will change the views of many lonely ladies waiting for that perfect man who could do it all. To say that I am a very blessed woman wouldn't be giving justice to the man in my life. My dirty old man is far more than any blessing I could have ever been given, he's a winning combination of every desire, dream, or hope I could have imagined.
I met my husband online and he was everything I wanted. Handsome, funny, loving, a man who worked hard and was loved by all who knew him. It was a fairytale marriage. His third, a glaring alarm I chose to ignore.
I should have realized that such a wonderful person who claimed that he had honestly found the love of his life and would be faithful and honest was indeed a fairytale.
I never took into consideration that his previous two marriages failed not entirely due to the women he married. I listened to every sad story, how badly he was treated, how much he tried and how in the end both wives turned out to be nothing more than "Bitches".
That was until I became a "Bitch".
The man I loved was a pathological liar and the clinical description of the ultimate "Narcissist". Ladies, and for that matter gentlemen, when you fall in love with a person with these traits the path to heartbreak is certain and swift. This is, however, not a story about that part of my life, instead it is about the man who gave me more than I could ever have dreamed possible.
After my marriage ended I admittedly was very alone. I wanted and needed male companionship. I am a woman who needs a man by my side. I make no excuses and admit freely that in some respects that may sound somewhat needy, I am not a needy woman, I am a woman who loves.
There were several men who I met via the dating sites and while for the most part there was just no chemistry the sheer number of married men seeking clandestine relationships were not in my wheelhouse.
I'm smiling as I write these words.
If I see one more profile with the words, "I'm honest, don't cheat or lie" I will vomit. If you have to assure possible lovers that these are traits you don't possess save it, you are telegraphing loud and clear that you do in fact cheat and lie and honesty evades you.
Pictures, if you can't post a current true likeness why bother to post one at all. If the idea is to simply project an image that isn't who you are do you truly believe that once a meeting is arranged that fact will not soon become evident?
I am a "Full Figured Woman". Gentlemen, that means exactly what it implies. I am not a size ten, I am not a model, I am not "Thin With Big Bones". For those who need a description here it is. A "Full Figured Woman" is "Rubens" idea of what the perfect woman should be.
We are often an average size eighteen or larger. We are large busted, thick waist-ed, we have full hips and a softness in our bellies that men who actually admire us find very appealing and satisfying.
Men who claim to be attracted to "BBW" are most often not entirely clear on just what "BBW" actually depicts. We are gorgeous loving ladies who look and feel like women. Please, there are as many shapes and sizes as there are colors and desires. If you enjoy thin women, I applaud you for knowing who and what you want. Isn't it wonderful that we can all have exactly what we want? Know what you want and then be clear about it.
I digress, forgive me.
After meeting men who were not what I was hoping for I chose to change gears. I knew who appealed to me. Why I subjected myself to those who truly do not know what they want was a wake up call.
I was sure that the man I was interested in was much older and I changed dramatically the perimeters of my desires.
My choice was clearly stated.
My perfect man was at least seventy two or older. Once I was adamant regarding possible suitors and dismissed those who were not in my age specifications I was literally bombarded with winks, flirts and messages.
If I saw the words, honest, cheat or lie, I immediately ignored the response. If the age requirement was not met I deleted the e-mails. I was determined to stay true to my search.
As I said the pool of older desirable men is endless. There were some who I just wasn't attracted to. There were some who unfortunately couldn't write a cohesive sentence. And naturally, there were those even at this advanced age who were looking for a playmate without the little woman at home being all the wiser.
All good things come to those who have patience.
One morning I signed into my online account and after deleting several messages I opened one that immediately caused me to pause and take notice.
"Hello, my name is Wilbert Everman, I am seventy four years young, a widow of five years, and seeking a woman who will and can appreciate a man who will be respectful and passionate. Perhaps we can chat and see if there is a possibility of a real connection."
The perfect age, intelligent, passionate and respectful. I was very interested in Wilbert and answered his message.
"Wilbert, what a lovely morning for me. I am very impressed with your direct and thoughtful message. I would consider it an honor to chat and look forward to speaking with you. My name is Daria and you will be able to contact me through the e-mail address I have responded from. I look forward to hearing from you."
I sent my response and clicked on his profile. Wilbert was an older man, little to no hair around the sides of his face. He wore glasses, and appeared to be a man who was just a little full around the middle and wore a very sweet smile.
His profile said he was a retired man and enjoyed music, good food, and intelligent company for stimulating conversation. He went on to say he was an affectionate man and was seeking a woman who was still sexually active. Check, check and check. I was certainly interested and looked forward to his answering my response.
I had some things to do, and just after lunch I opened my browser and low and behold there it was, Wilbert's response.
"Daria, what a lyrical name, it rolls off the tongue like music. I am so pleased that you responded and would very much like to chat with you. I will send an invitation through YIM and we can spend some time together. I am at your service, so please let me know when would be a good time to chat?
I had to smile, he was so pleasant I was almost afraid to believe that he might be a very strong possibility. I returned his message and said I would be available this evening at 7PM. Almost immediately he confirmed our time and it was now a date, so to speak.
Anxiously I waited for the hours to pass. It seemed as though time was creeping and finally it was the witching hour. I opened YIM, saw his invitation, accepted and within minutes Wilbert appeared.
I won't bore you with the conversation, it was exactly what you might expect. We talked about our likes, dislikes, lives, marriages, and eventually what we both enjoyed sexually.
It was not meant to be arousing, it was actually very open and clear. I believe Wilbert wanted assurances that I was in fact sexually active and should we find an attraction, mature enough to accept his advances. Yes, there was the usual innuendos and sexual banter. It was light hearted and quite sensual. We decided that we were both comfortable enough to arrange a meeting. Wilbert reminded me that at his age he didn't want to waste a single minute.
We lived quite close to each other and made plans to meet the next day for lunch at a favorite restaurant. Wilbert asked if he could make a request.
"Would you consider wearing a dress, I love a woman in heels and hose."
I smiled to myself. I liked his openness and self confidence. I said I would most certainly dress as he requested.
We spoke for a short time longer and said goodbye with plans made and agreed upon.
"I am very much looking forward to meeting you dear Daria".
If I didn't admit that I was very aroused with Wilbert I would be less than honest. I laid my head down and couldn't stop thinking about him. There were a few things that he said that were extremely suggestive and I found myself needing some sexual release. I reached down and found myself quite wet and aroused. I closed my eyes and replayed his words as I let my hand fall between my legs.
My fingertip barely touched my swollen button and I slowly circled all around it. Within a mere few seconds Wilbert had brought me to a sweet powerful orgasm. I slept like a satisfied woman fresh from making love with her man.
The next morning it was chilly and I contemplated wearing something warm, perhaps slacks and quickly recalled Wilbert's request. I chose a wool skirt and blazer. Since he was clear and concise regarding hose and heels I decided to wear thigh high lace topped hose. The skirt had a deep slit on the side and I knew if I positioned myself just so, it would be impossible for him not to see the lace hugging my thigh.
I choose a laced trimmed tank that had a deep rounded neckline. My darling expressed his love for a woman with full abundant breasts. I knew that he would appreciate a clear unobstructed view of the cleavage my bra would create. Soft silk panties and my choices were complete.
