Age: Is it really just a number?

As you may know from looking at my profile, you will see that I am 21 years of age. Since I started dating at the young age of 14, I have dated from 15-46. Don’t look at the screen all crazy I was of legal age when I dated someone 46yrs old; I was 19 to be exact. But with that said, if you are emotionally invested in a relationship, does age really matter? Now mind you when I was 19 I wasn’t interested in a man that was 46 for his good looks and star appeal, he bought me nice things and treated me well. I never once asked for a thing from him, he just happened to always know what I wanted and when I wanted it. Some people would say I was a gold digger or his sugar baby, but I feel like he was just a nice man that treated me well and looked out for me. I never once slept with him, though I’m sure he would not have turned me down, our relationship was never physical. I had some of the best dates I ever experienced with him. He took me to nice restaurants to wine and dine me, he took me on cruises to get away from the stress of my college life, and he bought me all the latest fashions to keep my girlfriends jealous. He is what every woman dreams of as a little girl, that they hope to find when they get older. The only problem was that I wasn’t grown up yet and he already lived the life I dreamed of having. It was fun while it lasted, but it wasn’t meant to be from the jump. He wanted an arm piece and I wanted to have fun and not get hurt like so many men before him had done to me.

So to get back to what my original question, is age really just a number? In my experiences it has been. If you know someone that has had a difference experience, let me know. Every man that I have dated, slept with, or known personally has never acted their age. I have grown up with some fellas that as we age forward their maturity grows backward. So until some man changes my mind, I will always believe that no matter how far in age you are from a man, it doesn’t really matter, because he doesn’t act his age anyway. I’m guessing that it never really changes, you just need to find someone that is at your same age level.

A Man in Uniform...

What is it about a man in uniform that is just so appealing? I can’t quite put my finger on it, but as I was standing in line at a local Starbucks, I found myself strongly attracted to the police officer standing in front of me. Now mind you had he been in “civilian” clothes, I probably would not have given him a second look, but the gun he had and the strong presence he brought by just standing there got me thinking dirty thoughts. All I can is that I wanted to jump the bones of the hot police officer right then and there in the middle of Starbucks with no inhibition in sight. Well some in sight, because let’s be realistic it’s a police officer in a Starbucks, let’s not get too crazy.

I have noticed that this has happened on more than one occasion with me, where there has been a decent looking guy, but put him in a police uniform, paramedic uniform, fire fighter uniform, well you get the point, and it makes him like 4 times hotter than he is. I know with the uniforms I listed before there may have been a recurring theme of men that saves lives. It’s not the case, I promise you, because I like the UPS guys to, but I think that may be the shorts they wear. I hope this attraction to men in uniforms subsides soon, because I can’t go around getting wet every time I see a hot man in uniform. That would be all bad. So what I have decided is that I will make my list and maybe check it twice of all the men, and what uniform they have that I wish to sleep with. I have police officer, marine, navy man, and army man under my belt. What other ones shall I conquer? And who will be next? I got a feeling it will be this hot paramedic that lives down the street from me, we recently met and I think I kind of like him. Oh the adventures of my life, where will you take me next???
So keep sending me those questions and until the next question rolls my way much love and happiness...enjoy your night

Story Time...

So there is this guy i know...(don't the best stories start out like that), but anyway there is this guy i know, I've know him for about 8 years now. He was Mr. Big Man on Campus in high school. The ladies loved him, the fellas wanted to be him, he had it all, and from what i know till this day still does. I was like many of those girls in high school fawning all over him, wanting to grab his attention, wanting to make him notice me. I gave up on the dream of making him my bf, and we grew to become good friends. It was only recently, that i found out that he wanted me as bad as I wanted him in high school. The only qualms I had were the fact that he had a girlfriend he basically called his wife. I'm not going to sit here and lie and say i didn't flirt with him anyway, he approached me, i had backed off. We would have the occasional flirty text going back and forth, and by flirty i totally mean hardcore sex text, but i tried to make it sound better. And then it would be that time of year when college students would go home for an extended period of time, and the texting would get more serious, like when am i going to see you when you get back? I really want to see you, can we make that happen? As intrigued as i am, I truly just can't bring myself to do it.
My friends and i love to go out to bars/clubs, so I know quite a few party promoters and a club owners. So an "ex" of mine who happens to be best friends of the above mentioned guy, decides it would be a good idea to invite me and my home girl to an event where he just happened to forget to mention "Mr. Big Man on Campus" would be. So needless to say I ran into him. Me being the smart lady that i am was totally prepared for anything. When he decided to walk up behind me, and grab my ass, i grabbed the nearest guy and full on made out with him. He was a pretty jealous and walked away. He comes up to me later mad at me like he has claim on me, hello you have a "wifey" why don't you go hang out with her and let me live my life. So I go on about my evening, and low and behold who's tap tap tapping on my shoulder, "Mr. Big", i'll shorten it and have it sound sex and the city, and now he wants to approach me in a manner a little more respectful. So he buys me any my friend a shot, and buys me a couple more shots *wink wink* so i'm feeling the music i'm feeling him. My friend, who i love to death, is the biggest cock block ever. She decides she's hungry and wants to leave a little early to go to Denny's. If only i drove, I wouldn't have left so early with this chick. But I digress, we go to Denny's and get there before the big rush of people. As we are leaving I get a text saying "U left already i wanted to hang out w/u after the club", mind you it's like 2:30 in the morning, there is nothing on his mind but one thing. So I tell him for tonight, and tonight only, I will hit you up when i get back home, and you can call me when you get to this side of town and you can come through.
He comes over, and we make out way to my room and mind you I have wanted this since high school, so has he, we are fooling around making out and he does something, that makes me let all my thoughts about what's wrong with this go. Please keep in mind i'm not a petite woman, i got some meat on my bones and then some. He picks me up throws me on the bed and eats my pussy like it's his last meal. I came once he kept going, I came twice he kept going, I cam three times....you get the idea. I lost count after a while to say the least it was the BEST oral I have ever had. I couldn't get up or even function properly. It was amazing!!!
It my turn to do my sexy thang, and i'm all into it, and here we are two sexy people, and he can't get hard from me sucking his dick. To add to that he says I was just so anxious and this actually happens with my girl. Why would you tell compare the girl you're cheating with to your girl. I'm not her for a reason, i have some thangs she doesn't she has some things i don't that's why we're here. I'm upset, but i try not to let it show, so we sit there talking for a while. It ends up being great conversation because we haven't talked in a while, like seriously talked not just sex texting. I realized why I liked him so many years ago, and I think I got a little attached. When I realized that, I know it was time to stop talking. I can't catch feelings for him, he has a wifey, and all the feelings of guilt that went out the window just flew back in. I feel horrible, and just want to get away, but then he starts kissing me again so I stop him. He starts to caress my thigh and slowly kiss my neck, I can't help but melt. When he nibbles on my ear lobe i get a shiver down my spine, a tingling sensation. Slowly but surely making his way to my lips. He tastes so sweet i want him so bad at this point, so i flip it. I lay him on the bed and slowly kiss down his well built abs and at this point he's already at full salute. I slowly start sucking the shaft, playing with the balls and all. He starts moaning letting me know it's good to him. When he finally cums, I keep going like he did to me. I slurp it up and make him hard again. I know its so sensitive, and then he starts shaking. He just stayed there for a bit not moving, but breathing heavily. I got mine and he got his.
We are still friends, we don't mess around anymore, which is good and now that this pent up lust is out of our system, we can be real friends(in a way). Learn from my mistake people, it will come back to you trust me. I would never want to be cheated on, and I let someone else use me as a pawn in their dirty dealings. It's not right, and I wish I could take it back, but I can't all i can do is tell the story of passion that brings a moral dilemma to light. Do as I say and not as I do. So keep sending me those questions and until the next question rolls my way much love and happiness...enjoy your night