I began having sex when I was 12. My very first encounter was with our 17-year old babysitter. Her name was Shiela. It was quite a blur how it all started but I do remember being attracted to her especially when she was wearing mini-shorts when our parents weren’t home. On the other hand my friends and I were also eventually entering  adolescence at that time, and so self-exploration into the early world of sex was among our secret behavior. I learned to masturbate and the next thing I knew, Shiela was a constant in my fantasies. It must be a crazy, horny twist of fate when she caught me jerking off in my room one afternoon… and offered to finish the job with her wonderfully soft hand. It was exhilirating whenever I cover her hand with my innocent cum.

Time ran fast that that encounter immediately evolved. She must have loved young cocks so much that one day she just began sucking me. It was total ecstasy the very first time I exploded in her mouth! I think she drank all of it, that horny bitch. I wanted to grow so fast as I also began to fantasize having sex with her. Too bad we got a new sitter when I turned 15.

Well, not really bad. In fact, not bad at all: the new sitter, Nancy, 19 at that time, was as horny as Shiela that she herself asked if I wanted her to blow me on afternoon while waiting for my younger brother come home from school. But this time, that girl wanted me to play with her tits and pussy while she suck the jizz out of me. Oh how I wanted to bend her over and get my virginity over with!

This is most probably why I began to prefer older women: They have the initiative shy, younger girls lack especially when it comes to sex. I had my first girlfriend when I turned 16–she was my age–but all I ever wanted to do with her was some petting. Hers was the first pussy I fucked but I wasn’t even sure why I didn’t attempt to get at least head from her after our first few fucks… not unless she was another horny college student babysitter for me and my two younger siblings. Each freaking day I made sure Wendy, sitter #3, always went home with my cum having filled her mouth.

Years flew and now at 21, I sure hell enjoy giving our neighbor Mrs Sanders afternoon visits for some nice chat and hot fucking. Well why would I refuse, older women know what they want and I’m just a guy who loves giving it to them!

So yeah I dumped this yuppie who loves his race car more than anything else. I thought he was hot when we met at a bar the other week, but turned out he was man enough only until the third date—and the second base. Other than that, he has nothing else to talk about other than wheels and mugs and headlights and what-do-I-know-about-those-car-crap. Next thing I knew I was again wasting a nice tube top one Saturday night when he spent the entire evening arguing over his racer buddy which new car is the best. I should’ve known better than to agree on a snack in their favorite hangout. Kept exchanging looks with that buddy’s girlfriend too and both of us knew we picked the wrong guys. So two days later: buh-bye.

BTW that was also before I gave the boot to this other loser who wouldn’t go out with me unless his mommy approves the places we’d be going to. I mean, hello! Was there a parole or something?

I am sooo fed up with guys my age or below, a.k.a. boys pretending to be men. I’m 25. I’m too young and wild to be their mother! I want real passion, if not equal to mine then perhaps greater, which will definitely satisfy my needs as a woman. I want new things, new experiences. I want more fun, more excitement, more thrills! I do want to play more, but this time I want to play with real men. Time to tap into an the ultimate date source: older men.

From what I’ve heard, they know how to treat a lady right, above all things. They have more experiences, so us young women can definitely learn a thing or two from them… making older men the ideal activity partner: single bachelors and even eager husbands. I wouldn’t mind cheating with one husband or two. Or seven. I’m sure those a bit tired from their wives are willing to meet young women like me for new experiences too. (And we have new tricks to show them as well, right girls?) Well, as long as they give me what I need from a real man, then we’re all good…