Showing My Love Of Older Men...take II

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Ramble some more, please. It would be a pleasure to be in your scope.:rose:

Thank you most kindly, young lady. Your man is so very lucky to have someone as blessedly talented and creative as you.

And as you allow me to ramble, I shall.

Your story, Whispers from Mossy Grove, takes me back to the time of my parents when they were young, and then to mine, when I was as well. I am transported and inspired by this beautiful, future streaming-service television series. You have pitched a treatment or better -- yes?

Your story stirs within me a wish: that I could try to paint such a beautiful picture such as yours. And I would write the main character in homage to your talent.

In the story, I would be at a concert; one that I wish I could have attended during the artist's prime in 1984. I had no money back then, nor the opportunity or the means to go to such events. Now that I have money, opportunity and means, I try to make up for that lost time by attending the same performer's recent concert -- even if only to verify he apparently aged more gracefully than I.

The small, intimate venue is dark, with red and blue lighting and a spotlight or two. Steve Stevens starts off the next song with a solo.

https://youtu.be/qRLTEOashec

"Les yeux sans visage," I hear you singing background vocals like a serenading mermaid. Your voice is enchanting. I look around, and only see a pair of very enchanting eyes where someone singing the haunting chorus should be standing.

Then again, it is quite dark in that part of the venue, off to the side of the stage.

I sense others turn to look for you. They lose interest in the performers on stage as they peer through the darkness, searching for that voice that compels them. They are enchanted as well. And all they want is to draw closer to you, even if it means stepping into that dark place just off to the side of the main stage.
 
Well said... i not a writer , I'm a talker and use my hands . Was called Michael Angelo in the bedroom by a lover. Like you said. I use all my tools in the tool box and improvise if a tool is not available. Yes its great to learn more about yourself and life as you grow up. Love to look back at my life, but cant live in the past i always push for the furture. It's a shame my wife is in menopause and has other issues. Trying to learn where to put my sexual energy. Work, hike etc. But no replacement for the touch of a woman, deep kiss, the thank you for fixing things. It's sad that im looking for that somewhere else. Trying learn again in another stage of my marriage how to deal with things.

I respect your courage for telling it like it is, brother. Your words got me to thinking... And I hope you don't mind -- I'm just spit-balling here.

Have you tried talking to your wife? Perhaps not just blurting things out while she's washing dishes and you doing your own share of the chores. I was thinking more like shocking the heck out of her by asking her to go out on a date with you -- like you guys probably did once upon a time.

Bring back the romance that I sense seems to be missing now. Wine and dine her, if that's something she might appreciate that you guys haven't done in a long while. Tell her stuff like, "It's been a few decades, but every time I look at you, I still see the woman I first fell in love with." I'm certain you can come up with something that's sincere, truthful, from the heart, and perhaps more importantly, nice for her to hear.

When you have that happy moment where you feel like you're reconnecting -- maybe just enjoy it with her. Don't bring up issues from the past, her failures in this or that, or even where you wish she could do better. Just enjoy each other like you used to when you were young.

We all want to feel young again -- to feel that rush that only the glory of our youth can bring. Just once more time, I would like to get into that huddle under the Friday night lights, call the play, slap my guys on the helmet, and yell, "BREAK!" Just one more time, I would like to place my hands under center, feel my voice crack over the din of the homecoming crowd and fade back into the pocket, knowing my friends will hurt those bigger guys from the private school who want to hurt me really bad. Just one more fucking time, I would like to throw just one more touchdown into the soft, talented hands of Christopher or Michael, or even just hand the ball off into Juan's gut, and raise both my hands in the air to signal touchdown.

And just one more time, I would like to hug my grandmother, who raised me, and cooked for me, and loved me. Just one more time, I would like to look at the world and think that anything was possible if I only dreamed it. Just one more time, I would like to feel that uplifting joy in kissing my first love, before all the bad, fucked up experiences that make life what it is and painted my soul in pain, resentment and jaded scars. Just one more time...

Heh. Looks like I rambled again. Sorry, this is supposed to be about you and not me. Anyway.

You say you are an accomplished lover, so you know what to do, brother. Maybe drive your girl after dinner to some dark, secluded (but safe) spot. Maybe bring a pocket flask with her favorite alcohol to make her flash back to her younger years when you and her would do such things -- and being that definition of bad was a turn-on for you both. You don't have to fuck her right then and there. And it might be smart to bring a towel or two, just in case she's a squirter. Maybe you might just want to make out with your girl like you used to way back when. Maybe use your hands on her, give her multiple orgasms and make sure she cums long, hard and fast.


Then drive her home, maybe with her head on your shoulder and your arm around hers (if that's possible in today's vehicles).

Open her car door and pretend to walk her to your home's front door, but don't let her get inside before you turn her around, tell her you had a great night, and if you and her could do it again. Then kiss her.

Make HER feel young again, but now she has the added benefit of the wisdom that comes with age and context. Give to HER what you want for yourself.Then see what happens.

Wait a few days or so, but keep up the romance. Maybe then you might have a better connection to start that heart to heart talk about how things could get better for both of you. Or, better yet, you won't have to because it already is.
 
Thank you most kindly, young lady. Your man is so very lucky to have someone as blessedly talented and creative as you.

And as you allow me to ramble, I shall.

Your story, Whispers from Mossy Grove, takes me back to the time of my parents when they were young, and then to mine, when I was as well. I am transported and inspired by this beautiful, future streaming-service television series. You have pitched a treatment or better -- yes?

Your story stirs within me a wish: that I could try to paint such a beautiful picture such as yours. And I would write the main character in homage to your talent.

In the story, I would be at a concert; one that I wish I could have attended during the artist's prime in 1984. I had no money back then, nor the opportunity or the means to go to such events. Now that I have money, opportunity and means, I try to make up for that lost time by attending the same performer's recent concert -- even if only to verify he apparently aged more gracefully than I.

The small, intimate venue is dark, with red and blue lighting and a spotlight or two. Steve Stevens starts off the next song with a solo.

https://youtu.be/qRLTEOashec

"Les yeux sans visage," I hear you singing background vocals like a serenading mermaid. Your voice is enchanting. I look around, and only see a pair of very enchanting eyes where someone singing the haunting chorus should be standing.

Then again, it is quite dark in that part of the venue, off to the side of the stage.

I sense others turn to look for you. They lose interest in the performers on stage as they peer through the darkness, searching for that voice that compels them. They are enchanted as well. And all they want is to draw closer to you, even if it means stepping into that dark place just off to the side of the main stage.


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like you, I was able to go back -- twice last year -- to a time I missed out on. This guy got a young me through a few heartaches and on one occasion kept me company on a long drive in the dark. Years later, I was able to share that with him and thank him.

https://youtu.be/27JKbHOb6TM

Her eyes dance in the flicker of the low light, drawing him closer.
please continue
 
:rose::rose::rose:
like you, I was able to go back -- twice last year -- to a time I missed out on. This guy got a young me through a few heartaches and on one occasion kept me company on a long drive in the dark. Years later, I was able to share that with him and thank him.

https://youtu.be/27JKbHOb6TM

Her eyes dance in the flicker of the low light, drawing him closer.
please continue

That dude got a young me through a couple of heartbreaks myself. I learned to play this (just the cowboy chords) on the guitar and would sing to myself to make myself feel better: https://youtu.be/cu6pclWsxzs

I would absolutely love to see him live. I am fan-boying at the mention that you were able to thank him in person. I would love to know more about that story.

Also, would you mind if I PMed you about possibly starting a different thread with the Homage to Lara story?
 
That dude got a young me through a couple of heartbreaks myself. I learned to play this (just the cowboy chords) on the guitar and would sing to myself to make myself feel better: https://youtu.be/cu6pclWsxzs

I would absolutely love to see him live. I am fan-boying at the mention that you were able to thank him in person. I would love to know more about that story.

Also, would you mind if I PMed you about possibly starting a different thread with the Homage to Lara story?

Humbled and honored, yes. :rose:
 
hope for us older horny men

I wonder if it's a thing where the younger woman gets excited just knowing that she's giving that fat old guy a real treat. perhaps, It really turns her on knowing how over the top excited the older man is to fuck her. Or she feels it's so nasty that it's a turn on for her too. I guess it's just like a younger man wanting to fuck a friends old mom, or fucking a sexy old aunt.

I'd like to ask some of these hot young ladies, who they think about if they have fantasies about a chubby older man? I would think if they are like masturbating thinking of a older guy, they might know one their thinking about? Like a friends dad, a fat old perverted neighbor, a chubby old uncle. Maybe a older boss with a fat beer gut.
 
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