I wrote, the other day, about my (re-)discovery of fantasy. I’m going to share with you some of the things I’ve been discovering about myself. (That’s what I do here, after all, isn’t it?)
- My relationship to women’s ages is… confusing to me. I don’t have a good way of summarizing it. But. I like grown-ups. I like women with maturity. I’d rather have dinner with someone my age than with someone younger.
- I like young flesh. My body responds animalistically to nubility.
- The ways I like women to respond to me – obediently, eagerly, with interest, enthusiasm and gratitude – reside far more often in women in their 20s and 30s than in women in their 40s and 50s. This bums. Me. Out.
- Porn doesn’t gratify me. Neither does AI, in this regard. I simply can’t find images of women in their 30s and 40s (let alone their 50s and 60s) that are appealing to me. But this isn’t because there aren’t women of that age who are appealing to me; it’s because the images I find most appealing are un-conjure-able.
It’s not, at ALL, that I don’t find women my age hot. I do. Here are a few examples, but I don’t need to go to celebrities – all my friends who are women my age are hot. But I’m not showing you them. So instead, I’m showing you these:
Halle Berry was 55 when this was taken.
She was hot then. She’s hot now. Did she have surgery? Maybe. But still….
Cindy Crawford:
Cindy Crawford (57) looks pretty fucking hot. I wish I could see more of her face.
And Jennifer Lopez – 6 months younger than me! – looks fucking HOT:
Those are hot women.
But I can’t find pictures of them posing like this. If I could? That would be my preference.
But. The only path I have to such images, currently, is incredibly arduous hunting, or, AI. And AI won’t give me the older women, alas.