Intergenerational

[celiaKitten]

I personally would love to see a separate catagory for intergenerational stories. I personally am turned on by older men. In the Lit personals section there are tons of posts for older/younger men/women ... it's a popular fantasy, and I'd love to see more stories!

 

[Guest]

After punching in...

Intergenerational in the search feature, these two stories popped up:
Marilyn & the Gym Teacher in the Fetish section, and
She Was The Most Beautiful Woman... in the Mature section.

After punching in...
Older man younger woman in the search feature, 43 stories came up! They can be found here:
Search Results

You just have to be patient and actually search for stories. They're out there! Just look.

 

[celiaKitten]

Thanks Tiggs!

I'm pretty new in this community - but loving 'getting to know' it.

Thank you for the help! I really appreciate it!!

Literotica people are wonderful!

 

[Guest]

No prob. I hope that's a good start for ya.

 

[Paradox]

I have an idea for a story about an older guy who meets this young woman through Literotica. Want to help me flesh it out?


Here kitty, kitty...

 

[celiaKitten]

Oh I'm definately up for fleshing it out darlin'

 

[dangerfield_50]

Ck
I have a story I have been working on for quite some time.. I just add a little now and then.. It could be easily modified to a mature male to younger female.. If you would be interested I could finish it..
How big an age difference are you looking for Male age?? Female age?? I can also personalize it if you want to email me your Spec,s I will finish it for you alone and mail it to You..
Your Move!!

 

[KinkyLOVE]

W-a-y into FUCKING older e-MALES, & if they're GOOD enough, meeting for REAL!

Perhaps the easiest way of sex-plaining what I mean is illustrated by this bit of background to the cyber romance James Wildroot and I carried on after meeting on AdultFriendFinder that impregnated me with our love child “She Ran Out of my Wet Dreams and Into my Shower,” which I’ve posted on Literotica. Me ex-cyber lover’s first name really is James, but Wildroot is of course a pseudonym to protect the not so innocent. Like many older guys, he came on strong yet lacked stamina to stay the course, dropping out after almost completing chapter one of what I’d hoped would be a romantic book inflaming our passions for each other until climaxing in our incandescent meeting in the final chapter. Sigh. Well, as AFF PhoneHappyGirl says, “Many feel chosen, but few are called.” You might want to test the seductive talents of your torrid tongue on her, first by e-MALE, then phonecation, finally in consummating carnal congress - if you’re GOOD enough?

Here’s what Ai told Jim when he wrote:

“You trip me out. I wonder how far you really are. I can only imagine hundreds of miles away. Yes. I know it’s just story.

love ya, Jim”

Sent On: July 21, 2001 through Jim’s AFF profile
Re: Just a story? / Our human world begins in the mind.

Dear Jim,

AFF almost lost your love letter! Dear Eros, now that our destiny has finally introduced us, let’s not lose each other because of some computer glitches. E-mail me directly at home via LongZhenZhu@bigfoot.com from now on, please!

Jim, as I see it, we have stories on two levels, our frame story about two people meeting in cyber wonderland through their common hobby, creating sexual fantasies, to explore whether they can become friends, lovers, co-authors of a work of pornographic art, or whatever, and the erotic story we’ve begun about Kin Ky and Jim Wildroot. My friendly, honest advice at the onset is, to quote James Wildroot, “Yes I know it’s just story.” bearing in mind that some of the dramatic tension arises from our deepest needs, and that’s fine, so long as we sublimate it into creativity, enjoying what we are doing as an end in itself, not as a means to reaching utopia. I’ve met in the flesh only a minuscule percentage of the people that I had cyber affairs with. There’s only been one similar to your situation. Last summer, I met a divorced, U.S Navy ex-SEAL in his mid-forties, but only after a passionate internet romance during which we discovered many similar interests in, of course, writing w-a-y erotic fantasies, but over and above that, our cultural, athletic, philosophical, and even spiritual ideas matched. You know that saying about real life and fiction, Jim? Before meeting my Sexy Swordsman, which I called him since he was a life-long fencing and kendo enthusiast, we had drastic impacts on each other’s lives. For example, I persuaded him to take up a new sport he’d always dreamed of but never tried, flying. This happened first in stories we wrote together, which I’ll share with you later if appropriate, then in his real life. Anyway, after other profound personal transformations, always shared in our many stories written for and with each other, it became impossible for us not to meet, even though that involved changing vacation plans, long overseas flights, spending weeks in each other’s homes at considerable inconvenience to other family members such as his daughter, who’s half my age, just old enough to be curious about a naked woman, not her mother, together with her father in his room all night, and so had to be packed off to stay with his rather unstable ex-wife, a Korean, former bar girl, who once attacked his head with a heavy stick while he was sleeping, (Only his swordsman’s reflexes saved him from being bludgeoned to death!) then walked out the door, leaving him alone to take care of their then infant daughter, and didn’t turn up again for a couple of years. This is all actually true, Jim, but what am I trying to say here? Search me! Hm. It’s also true that we both realized more than a couple of rendezvous were, well, not impossible but a mutual dead end, so we still keep in touch, but vaguely. Oh, woe! Our passion is gone! No more erotically romantic stories between us. SIGH! I know he’ll retire from the navy this year and move to Hawaii, maybe get together with his Korean ex-disaster again. Do we ever really learn from our mistakes in love?

Jim, you’ve demanded my real name. Please use my favorite nickname, Kinky, instead. Although my Asian name literally has a lovely meaning (In both Japanese and Chinese Ai means love.) there’s a problem with how it sounds in English stories. Check this out: Ai stood before me in all her naked beauty and said, “Jim, I don’t want you to fall in love with my name, Ai, but I hope Ai by any other name will taste as sweet.” The puns here are excruciatingly bad. (Those first inter-lingual ones, not the cunnilingual climax.) Now, try Kinky: Jim held her close in his strong arms and whispered, “Kiss me, Kinky.” . . . a bit later in the scene . . . “Wow! That was the kinkiest kiss anyone ever gave me,” moaned Jim in overawed passion as Kinky licked her lips with the satisfied look of a little pussy that’s just swallowed a very large and juicy canary. Now, really, which do you think is better, Jim, Horny?

Back to our erotic romance. It seems you’d like to change the point of view? No problem, “here goes:”

(After this follows take two, now from Jim’s point of view, of our as yet unnamed sultry saga, “She Ran Out of my Wet Dreams and Into my Shower”.)

Please continue or rewrite at will, Jim, Horny.

Kinky is totally bushed!

Love, Kin Ky

P.s. If any BODY is curious, don’t be shy about asking me to tell more ‘cuz this is a way l-o-n-g and poignant tear jerker with a few bits to engender other jerking as well.