I have always loved older men. I think I've said in this quite a few of my posts. Men in their 20s want to make money and fuck as many women as they can. Men in their 30s have realized that money is tough to make and a good women is a dime a dozen. Men in their 40s are probably freshly divorced (or cheating), trying to relive the glory days of their 20s... but this time they have the money to do it.
I tended to have the most fun with late 30s early 40s, and PitaChips fell into that category. He was divorced, hot and rich. He and his ex-wife came up with a health foods idea, and it took off. A millionaire and loving life, he was just the kind of guy I enjoyed dating.
We had a blast. He took me to some of the best restaurants, and we had excellent conversation. I knew he wasn't gonna last, but I still wanted the sex. When the time finally came, it was probably one of the worst sexual experiences I've had.
He didn't live in the city. My place was off limits. We finally decided to get a room at the holiday inn. Whatcha doin, nuttin chillin at the holiday inn.
The room was actually really spectacular, and we started going at it. Clothes come off and we're both dying for the moment... but PitaChips didn't bring a condom. In fact, it hadn't crossed his mind. Stupidly, we were both so caught up in the moment that we had sex anyways. He didn't cum inside me, but of course that is no excuse.
I started falling asleep, but PitaChips woke me up because he didn't want to stay in the hotel. What?? I couldn't help but feel like a hooker.
We both went back to our respective abodes. The next day I emailed PitaChips to thank him for the evening. He didn't respond that day. Kinda unusual since we would chat all day long over email. I didn't hear from him the day after or the day after that.
Two weeks later he emailed to say he was sorry for taking so long to respond, but he freaked out about having unprotected sex. I found this to be incredibly immature, but I replied that I could understand that and I would be happy to go get tested with him. He KNEW he was negative, but he demanded I go get tested.
Not pleased, but still due for my semi-annual screening I went. In the 2 weeks it took to get my results, PitaChips barely spoke to me. Our conversations had dwindled and all spark was gone. When my results came back negative, he immediately heated up the email conversation asking when he could get me naked again. I told him not for a long time.
I ran into PitaChips again about a year later. He still looked hot, and I was over what had happened. I went home with him that night, but surprise surprise he didn't have any condoms but was still willing to have sex. I rolled over and told him I wasn't interested. He dropped me off the next day and we never spoke again.
So last night after 3 years, I run into him at a party. He was still a good-looking guy, but I felt nothing. He chatted me up, telling me about selling his health foods company and now diving in real estate ventures. I told him that I'm really happy for him... and if he ever fixes up a condo in the back bay to let me know because my BOYFRIEND is looking to buy.
The conversation quickly dwindled and PitaChips left with his buddy. Roomate was very proud of me and couldn't believe I finally used the word boyfriend when talking about RedSox. I said he pretty much always has been... but don't tell him.
I tended to have the most fun with late 30s early 40s, and PitaChips fell into that category. He was divorced, hot and rich. He and his ex-wife came up with a health foods idea, and it took off. A millionaire and loving life, he was just the kind of guy I enjoyed dating.
We had a blast. He took me to some of the best restaurants, and we had excellent conversation. I knew he wasn't gonna last, but I still wanted the sex. When the time finally came, it was probably one of the worst sexual experiences I've had.
He didn't live in the city. My place was off limits. We finally decided to get a room at the holiday inn. Whatcha doin, nuttin chillin at the holiday inn.
The room was actually really spectacular, and we started going at it. Clothes come off and we're both dying for the moment... but PitaChips didn't bring a condom. In fact, it hadn't crossed his mind. Stupidly, we were both so caught up in the moment that we had sex anyways. He didn't cum inside me, but of course that is no excuse.
I started falling asleep, but PitaChips woke me up because he didn't want to stay in the hotel. What?? I couldn't help but feel like a hooker.
We both went back to our respective abodes. The next day I emailed PitaChips to thank him for the evening. He didn't respond that day. Kinda unusual since we would chat all day long over email. I didn't hear from him the day after or the day after that.
Two weeks later he emailed to say he was sorry for taking so long to respond, but he freaked out about having unprotected sex. I found this to be incredibly immature, but I replied that I could understand that and I would be happy to go get tested with him. He KNEW he was negative, but he demanded I go get tested.
Not pleased, but still due for my semi-annual screening I went. In the 2 weeks it took to get my results, PitaChips barely spoke to me. Our conversations had dwindled and all spark was gone. When my results came back negative, he immediately heated up the email conversation asking when he could get me naked again. I told him not for a long time.
I ran into PitaChips again about a year later. He still looked hot, and I was over what had happened. I went home with him that night, but surprise surprise he didn't have any condoms but was still willing to have sex. I rolled over and told him I wasn't interested. He dropped me off the next day and we never spoke again.
So last night after 3 years, I run into him at a party. He was still a good-looking guy, but I felt nothing. He chatted me up, telling me about selling his health foods company and now diving in real estate ventures. I told him that I'm really happy for him... and if he ever fixes up a condo in the back bay to let me know because my BOYFRIEND is looking to buy.
The conversation quickly dwindled and PitaChips left with his buddy. Roomate was very proud of me and couldn't believe I finally used the word boyfriend when talking about RedSox. I said he pretty much always has been... but don't tell him.