I have always found myself being incredibly attracted to significantly older women. The married women with husbands who don’t show them the attention that they used to, or who don’t enjoy letting their wives explore their sexual side. The women who are forced to live lives of repressed sexual urges and fantasies having to rely on smutty books and trashy smut films to get by. I have always wanted to meet a woman who hasn’t been fucked like she rightfully deserves by her loving partner until she meets me.

Now I’m not saying I condone certain things, but it can be real sexy to give an older flirty woman a smack on the ass and watch her face light up or wink at me before she walks away. Going out to a festival and seeing the older women who enjoy flashing their gorgeous bodies to crowds so we can all cheer them on.

I’m into some dark, sick, twisted shit. And there is nothing I love more than a good noncon fantasy. Meeting an older woman who might be a little drunk and flirtier than usual but trying to be harmless. Finding ourselves alone together when I can go in for the kiss while I grab at her. Watching her slowly realize what’s happening and try to correct me or trying to explain that she wasn’t trying to lead me on but I just won’t hear it. A woman with so many repressed sexual urges that the moment she’s thrown on her back or bent over the bed or wrestled down to the ground she can’t understand why she’s getting so wet but she knows she can’t hide her body’s natural response. No tender lovin, no romance, a good feral rough fuck. A creampie from a big young virile cock and strong hands abusing and inspecting your body. Making you take it until I’m satisfied, using you in the ways you’ve secretly wanted someone to force onto you. But never bold enough to make it happen.

When it’s over, I want you to be overwhelmed. Obviously mortified, broken, raw, exhilarated, but so fucking satisfied it’s shameful. I want you to spend every waking moment thinking of me, thinking of what we did and how your body reacted. Thinking about why you can’t stop masturbating to the thought. Why you don’t give a shit if your husband doesn’t fuck you anymore because now something else is filling that void in your mind. Replaying the rape over and over until you find yourself crawling back to me to do it all over again, this time harder and nastier than ever.

I want to be your dirty little fantasy that no one would ever expect.