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Leaving Your Mark

Have you ever wondered if you left a lasting impression on someone or made your mark to be remembered?  How do you even go about leaving that kind of mark or impression on someone?  Is it out of your control?  Lezbehonest, no one wants to be forgettable.

I started talking to a young, southern stud over a year ago.  Keaton did not live in Florida, but he was in the state every so often for work.  He was ten years younger than me but that doesn’t matter when its sexual attraction.  We kept in touch over a year.  We would text, Snapchat, and sext.  I definitely gasped when he sent me a picture of his dick.  It was a beautiful and big.  It was the kind of dick picture that made you want a cigarette after seeing it.  It was fun because it created pent up sexual frustration between us.

After a years time went by, Keaton was in town for work.  I was going a few months of no sex.  He told me where he was staying while in town.  I wasn’t sure if I should seize the opportunity.  I know what you’re thinking, ‘Why the hell not?!’  I was factoring in my hiatus from sex, his big dick, age and if I could successfully ride that stud.

My girlfriends basically smacked some sense into me.  I decided I would go to his hotel, but I needed some liquid courage.  My friends and I started ordering shots while I was tossing some beers back.  I had a solid buzz on and the time seemed to be now or never, so I ordered my uber.  Yes, I ordered an uber to take me to have sex.  I got to the hotel lobby and asked the man behind the desk where to go for Keaton’s room.  He handed me a map.  Oh, this was going to be a fun excursion finding his room drunk.  There were groups of men standing around in the parking lots whistling and so on.  I felt like a hooker.  I found extreme humor in this situation.  I finally found his room.  

Keaton greeted me shirtless with a big smile.  I’m pretty sure I was immediately wet.  ::Whew::  He was thankfully drinking and offered me a beer as well.  We all know first times are better drunk.  We bullshitted for a little bit until he took matters into his own hands.  He pulled me into him and started kissing me hard while running his hands over me.  Clothes started flying off.  The next thing I knew he was pushing that big dick in me. Lawd, baby jesus, I thought I saw the light.  It was that good hurt.  We rolled around for a while before finishing.  We laid there for a little bit.  I attempted to get up and start putting my clothes on when he grabbed my arm and said, “Where do you think you’re going?”  I assumed we were done.  I was wrong.  Keaton pulled me back in bed on top of him.  We went for round two.  It was just as good if not better than our first go around.  Our sexual chemistry was amazing!

I looked at my phone to find my friends were blowing me up.  I looked at Keaton and so badly wanted to stay in that bed for round three.  Yes, he was ready to go again.  However, I knew I needed to get back to reality and meet up with my friends.  He kissed me one more time on the lips and I kissed him goodbye on his forehead.  I got in the uber to head back to my friends.  I walked into the bar and they all started clapping and cheering.  Fucking dicks.  Ha.  

The next day, I woke up with my right boob hurting really bad.  My nipples were extremely sore.  I figured that was going to happen.  I went into the bathroom and turned on the light.  I looked down at my chest.  Holy Shit, there was a huge bruise on my right tit.  You would have thought that someone used it as a punching bag.  It was already gnarly looking in less than a days time.  I wasn’t even mad about it.  I was impressed.  Keaton and I were so into the moment that I didn’t feel any pain.  I sent him a picture of the mark he left me.  Poor stud felt so bad.  I emphasized that it was truly okay.  It was an awesome sex battle wound.  

It was humorous since I could not even lay on my right side to sleep.  I had to go up and down stairs carefully.  Any bouncing motion sent pain through me.  I learned that it is very difficult to keep big boobs from bouncing.  Keaton left his mark alright along with a lasting impression.  He’s welcome to bruise me more next time he comes through town ::wink, wink::

 

Young or Old.. They can both be Restless

It is socially acceptable for a man to date a younger woman.  However, a woman dating a younger man gets a lot more attention and whispers.  Does age really matter?  No, it should not matter.  Does it affect anyone else besides the two people in the relationship?  No.  Is there a law that states what gender can date a certain age of their significant other?  No.  Where is that memo?  I must have missed it.

I have had guy friends in their late 30’s date ladies in their younger 20’s.  I have many girl friends who will only date a certain age range older than them.  I have some friends who date people younger than 21 years old.  I have a rule for myself on that topic.  They must be at least 21 years old to ride this ride.  That is my own personal opinion for my ride.  No judgment.

My ex boyfriend was seven years younger than me.  Lord, let me tell you, the amount of buzzing I heard in my ear and he heard in his from all the nosey ass bees around the hive.  I wish I collected money from everyone who shared their two cents or better yet told them where to shove it.  The majority of it was about me being thirty.  Thirty year old woman should be married or vying for the man of their dreams.  I mean good god in heaven what do you mean she doesn’t want to get married?!  I found it amusing how people reacted to a 30-year-old not racing for the altar.  I was not dating Peter thinking he was “the one.”  I was dating him because I was having fun.  Lezbehonest, the stamina of man in his younger 20’s was like getting to open a Tiffany’s box with a white ribbon every day.  I would be lying if I did not say that was a big part of why I wanted to claim him as my boyfriend.  Peter was definitely hung.  I mean he hung up my curtains well.  Ha.

I will take credit for teaching him some tricks.  Puppies can be trained unlike old dogs.  We had a lot of fun in the sex department.  Public places were always a good time.  The one time we were staying at my parents place in Florida which was a 55 and over community.  We decided to use the screened in patio as a fun romp.  I was hoping to give someone a heart attack.  I am kidding.  Maybe.  There was another time we christened his new truck.  I felt like I was back in high school.  I loved every minute of it.  I will admit I may have fallen for Peter.  That sometimes happens when you get dickmatized.  I know I was in that trance.  I am willing to bet every woman has been dickmatized at least one time in their life.  Men can also get lost in Wonderland as they go deep down the rabbit hole.  Men love those tight, deep, dark, wet holes in Wonderland.

There is no reason that an older woman cannot date a younger man.  There is no age limit for a sexual appetite.  If you can snag a young one, more power to you.  Do not let society tell you who you can date.  We all deserve a good, healthy sex life.  Young or old, we can all be an energizer bunny.  Get in where you fit in.

How did the fairy tale end?  Peter and I only dated less than a year.  It was fun playing in Never Never Land for a short time with him.