I (45M) used to date this 30-something girl off Colorado Blvd and I-70 in #Denver and over time we ended up with two very different kinds of dates. Sometimes it was fun to get together and goof off, but other times, she'd text me when she knew I had to work early the next morning to let me know the door was unlocked for me.

Those dates were some of my favorites, knowing that she was sleeping naked and just aching for me to let myself in, make my way up the stairs, and undress next to her bed before mounting her. We wouldn't even speak during these rape-dates, just the warmth and girth of a mysterious man wordlessly pulling the covers away and enjoying everything her body had to offer. Sometimes, she would awaken with a start and I would have to overpower her until her body gave way under me and she would just relax, accepting her fate of being used and enjoyed for whatever I needed. I would eventually pin her hands up over her head and push in especially deep, grunting in pleasure as I let loose, deep and bare, filling her womb with my seed (okay, fine, I had a vasectomy ages ago, but it was still plenty hot to let empty myself into her) before catching my breath and pulling out so I could stand next to the bed and guide her mouth down over me, letting her lick me clean. Sometimes, if it was especially rough, I knew she'd appreciate some aftercare, so I'd stay there and hold her for a while, breathing together and letting my hands gently stroke her body as she leaked my cum before I got dressed again. And off I would go, letting myself out of her place and driving into work, completely drained, relaxed, and clean, having taken out all my pent-up arousal on her body.

She moved away a couple months ago and I haven't quite found a replacement CNC partner like this. Yeah, it takes some time to build up to that level of trust, but even then, when it comes down to it, this idea seems to scare a lot of the girls I've been meeting lately. I might just have to leave this as a fantasy for a while longer.