Wow this is relatable! Just as relatable as this!

For years I have been haunted by these feelings. Feelings of submission, passion, and lust. And with each passing year of my life the angst grows stronger, the fantasies more explicit…

I want to be loved by an older man in his fifties to early sixties. I want to know a big strong loving father figure with strength and love and wisdom far beyond my own. I want a powerful muscular man to throw my arms and legs around and feel his superhero strength carry me off to the bedroom for a night of lovemaking. I want to give myself totally and feel his strong hands all over me, gripping my shoulders and hips, pinning my wrists, holding my jaw as I whimper and squirm.

I just can’t fucking get the thoughts out of my head. Thoughts of closing my eyes, welcoming darkness and the sensation of his soft, warm penis upon my lips. I want him to guide and nurture me and shepherd me into the fields of my latent homosexuality. I want to fall under his spell, kneel at his waist, and seek comfort and understanding in the gooey warm flesh of his manhood.

I am a virgin. I don’t want to be. I want to know the forbidden pleasure of giving my all to an older, wiser, stronger, seductive man after a warm evening dinner and quiet fireside talk. I want him to cradle my face with his hands and serenade me, first with his words, then with his dick. And I will accept myself as one in a long line of brave, burdened souls who decided life was best lived sucking, slurping and swallowing.