A few days ago, a friend directed me to a website. There was a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips as he gave me directions. ‘This’ll put some lead in your pencil,’ he told me. ‘As lovely a bunch of young ladies as your are likely to find anywhere. Prepare to be aroused.’
Later that evening, I followed his directions.
‘All over 18’, the website assured me. (I took the website’s word for it.)
So … lead? Pencil? Nope. Nothing. Not a twitch. Not even a pre-twitch. Not even a thought of a pre-twitch. I checked my pulse. Yep. The blood was still circulating. I was definitely still alive. Perhaps I was just tired.
I made a return visit the following morning. But there was still nothing happening.
And so I paid a visit to my stash of ‘mature British women’. (I’m pretty sure that some of them are not British. I suspect that some of them are Dutch and some are German. I’m almost certain that at least one is French. But they are all ‘mature’.) And, yes, the arousal began.
It would seem that the youngsters no longer do it for me. Thank heavens for their mothers and their grandmothers.
Anyone else experiencing this phenomenon?
Later that evening, I followed his directions.
‘All over 18’, the website assured me. (I took the website’s word for it.)
So … lead? Pencil? Nope. Nothing. Not a twitch. Not even a pre-twitch. Not even a thought of a pre-twitch. I checked my pulse. Yep. The blood was still circulating. I was definitely still alive. Perhaps I was just tired.
I made a return visit the following morning. But there was still nothing happening.
And so I paid a visit to my stash of ‘mature British women’. (I’m pretty sure that some of them are not British. I suspect that some of them are Dutch and some are German. I’m almost certain that at least one is French. But they are all ‘mature’.) And, yes, the arousal began.
It would seem that the youngsters no longer do it for me. Thank heavens for their mothers and their grandmothers.
Anyone else experiencing this phenomenon?