So the last time I was single, I’d started online dating and hadn’t realised that you had to change your preferences. As a result, my age range was 18 much lower than what I’d have chosen. I matched with a 19 year old uni student that lived locally. We started chatting and got on, I was unaware of his age until he asked if I was ok with it. It wasn’t necessarily something I was comfortable with and I was open about that. Soon the conversation fizzled.

On a night out, I ran into him. We had a chat and laughed at the mistake I’d made with the age ranges. It was nice to see him, but I thought nothing of it.

I got home and checked my phone. I’d received a message from him telling me how glad he was that we ran into each other. The conversation started innocently but he soon passed comment on how my figure looked in my dress. I couldn’t help but be flattered by the attention and I got a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. Then came the trickle of juice escaping down my labia.. I knew I was in the danger zone. We continued flirting and he told me how he’d always imagined being with an older woman and the urges he felt whilst talking to me.

I loved knowing his eyes were on me that night and I wanted them on me again.. along with his hands, maybe his tongue.

Days go by, and we were still chatting every now and then. He’d let me know when he was nearby my house and I’d always be too shy to invite him over. One night I wanted some company, it can get lonely being single sometimes. After about 30 minutes of contemplating I decided to give him a call.

He arrived, wet from the downpour we’d had. I was in my pyjamas enjoying a cup of tea. Hair messy, no attempt to be sexy. He took off his coat and dried the shirt he wore over his t on my radiator. We got to chatting and it felt natural.

After a fit of laughter he rested his hand on my inner thigh, we both froze. I felt that feeling again, trickling.. he was slightly embarrassed but maintained eye contact. I must have given him a look that invited him because he leant in to kiss me. The moment his lips touched mine.. I knew I was in trouble. Trickling.

He whispered “I’ve wanted this since I first laid eyes on you”. Fire. That’s how it felt. A burning need to be touched by his young hands. He kissed me so gently and slowly. His hands were scared to move, I was afraid to be touched. Afraid I’d enjoy it too much.

I took his hand and rested it on my side, just under my pyjama top slightly. Skin on skin. My god, my vagina ached. I felt him moan into my mouth as he touched me.

His hand lowered, he grazed over my crotch - he could probably feel me burning. “Is this too much?” I ask, I needed reassurance that he was ok. “It’s not enough” he grunted, his hands slipping down into my pyjama bottoms. I froze, thoughts started running through my head:

I’m unshaven. He’s ten years younger than me. My body isn’t like a 19 year olds. I look different to the girls he’s seen before. What if he’s never been with a hairy woman? What if he doesn’t like the way I feel? What if he thinks I’m loose?

My worries melted away when I heard his response to feeling my unshaven wetness on his fingers. A moan, a look of awe, “You’re incredible” he muttered through his moans. I hung in his arms, relieved. He circled me, feeling the pulsing want for his young cock.. that’s when I knew.