Milf

As I get older, the type of women I'm attracted to is changing. Sure. You are attracted to what you know, and what you have had responses to previously.

In high school, it was cheerleaders. It was those short skirts and white panties. A fantasy which will last you all your life, but is a bit shallow and cartoony ultimately, even as it demands your attention. Eventually you have real sexual experiences, in person, and the people you have them with do things that surprise you, excite you, bum you out, and most of all, condition you.

I had an intense history with a couple women who happened to have red hair, and that remains a dark and stirring element in my innner fantasy life. My wife and I have been together over a decade, and most of the people I talk to on a regular basis have been around a while as well. They are married, smart, even had kids.

They've been sexual for most of their lives, statistically speaking, and know what to do. No furtive fumblings or awkwardness in the back seats of cars at the drive-in.

These older women have breasts that are sagging. Their hips are heavier. There is character on their faces. They have sucked cock. They don't shave their pussies like all the porn stars.

They don't have a tattoo somewhere they put on in the last year of high school, because everyone else wasn't doing it.

I'm finding the cartoon fantasies of my adolescence doesn't fire my imagination the way reality does. Because reality is urgent and accessible. And the need to connect with someone sexually ultimately is satisfied only by the ability to do so.

If I was confronted by a naked and willing teenage cheerleader, I'm not sure I would know what to do with her. (If you know what I mean.)

But, I would absolutely know what to do with a 40-something bored housewife in the afternoon, having just done the laundry and ready to take an hour break before picking up the kids.