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Sin City Slicker: Long Odds & Older Women in Vegas
Eric, Seattle
Once upon a time there lived a young man in the kingdom of sin; Las
Vegas. His was a place of wanton sex acts and lascivious desires.
Admittedly, that mainly described his last girlfriend that he'd had to break up with due to her borderline nymphomania (with other guys) and general psychological issues.
The break-up was in the past, as he was young and ambitious, and
surrounded by attractive girls at college in the Sin City. The young man, in his boundless efforts, found himself one day confronted with a challenge. This challenge came in the form of a true woman. An older woman. "Oh what to do?" thought the nascent man upon the wonderment. "Now I have had my share of bubble gum chewing, pompom toting, and the ubiquitous '...like oh my God!' quoting GIRLS. However, this was a problem. Six years his senior, this woman floated across the campus grounds, her hair bounced and waved like wisps of amber grain. Her bosom was bright and iridescent like a freshly picked peach(but I digress).
Gathering his senses, the young man felt it was time to get acquainted with this fine specimen. Oh sure, he has had his opportunities with older women. But he preferred to get laid than to play bingo, if you get my meaning. The young man walked across the campus lobby over to the woman and greeted her with a smile. "Hello." "Hi," the woman replied. She replied in such a way as to have not said a word. Her eyes and her bosom spoke many things. After they exchanged introductions, the young man offered her an evening out on the town. Deep down his thoughts were, "how am I going to pull this off. I am not even old enough to drink." This beautiful, strong and mysterious woman was 25 and appeared truly
ready to roll. When asked his age the young man lied and said "22." He didn't feel that bad about the lie, splitting the age difference in half. He could justify it; he had always been pretty mature for his age.
She didn't even think twice about the age. "Hey," the young man thought to himself. "She is going with it." Getting the date is tough, but the bigger challenge, of course was how would he tame the wild mores of the OLDER, exotic Woman? Insightful and thoroughly wise-ass friends suggested vibrating toys, fancy jellies
and the like (unfortunately, KingLove.com was not available at the
time). Frightened of the implications and inexperienced with the usage of these so-called love toys, the young man opted for his own natural equipment and poorly tested mojo.
This woman appeared to be refined. Could she be saving herself for that special someone? If that was the case, the young man was not having it. He was 19, and the booty was a considerable factor! This question would be discovered soon enough, and hopefully he would have the fortune to avoid the unwanted situation. It could require some delicate action.
On the night of their date, the two returned to her place for a "night- cap." (Does anyone actually say that anymore?) She continued to astound him with her beauty, intelligence, and quite a kickin' body. This was his chance. The young man had to think quickly. He noticed that she was pulling out a bottle of Chianti. "A-ha!" he thought. "This is it. I will accidentally spill some wine on my shirt, she will ask for me to take it off so that she can scan my chest and get wild. Damn, I'm smooth."
After receiving the glass of wine, the young man dribbled a little down his chin and invariably to his shirt. A few moments passed and yet the woman hadn't noticed. Later, when she did notice she said "Oh, would you like a few quarters for the washing machine downstairs?" "No, that's OK," he replied. That was the last thing he wanted to do - spend the night with his beautiful date at the apartment laundry room!
"Alright..." thought the young man, "this is going to be a challenge." His next move was one he used to use on the cheerleaders back in high school. He would simply reach to grab something nearby and in doing so invariably lock eyes and lips with the girl. Hopefully, this would work with the gorgeous woman. He remembered seeing a pack of gum on the kitchen counter. What a wonderful opportunity to reach over and begin the master plan. In doing so, he leaned over toward her. Crossing her arms, she stopped him and said, "Oh, do you want some gum?" Foiled again! "Um, yeah, that would be great."
At this point, the young man wants to give up. And he does, temporarily. He contemplated the next move from his vast reservoir of knowledge, and thought he could go with the risky forward action, and ask for a kiss. As he sat there, staring into his glass of wine, waiting to receive his stick of gum, he suddenly feels a soft, pressing feeling across his lips and then a sudden thrust of tongue. He looks up to see the woman pushing against his shoulders and combing her fingers through his hair. Again, he feels something funny in his mouth. No, it wasn't her tongue or the wine. It was the gum. The woman stopped kissing him, opened her eyes and addressed the young man, "Is this the gum you wanted?"
With that, he proceeded to kiss her. They engaged in a passionate and delicious kissing session for about an hour until finally, she pulled him by the shirt collar over toward her bedroom. They undressed as they stumbled their way there. This was it, thought the young man. A beautiful older woman. Everything in his land was good. Hormones were raging, bodies were tingling and it was a priority to make her feel as good as she made him feel.
To keep this story suitable for the majority of the viewing public, this narrator won't provide the details of the moments that followed the kiss. Not to mention I'm still with this incredible lady.
However, I will say this. Don't try so hard and always be yourself.
Take a chance to talk to that person that captivates you. She just may want to make you the KingLove in her life.
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