I was young once and when a strong desire to fuck a woman manifested itself it was easy to deal with. There might be a warm body next to me or someone nearby who would respond quickly. Sometimes I would go out and use only my charm to find a woman who would return with me and open her legs willingly.
Later I learned that there were places in the city where I could find women who for a fee would allow me to fuck them. Later still I found other women who would respond to my telephone calls and arrive within the hour ready to be fucked.
But the years passed and I began to understand that my desires were not so simply expressed or met. I wanted to dominate, to have complete control of the woman and have her agree to penetrated in different ways, to be brought to orgasm and even be hurt simply to enhance my pleasure. And sometimes I needed to change places, to submit and accept that whatever I had once thought normal was not what my body now craved.
I found a woman who needed to feel the crop sting her before she could come. I found another who was by nature submissive and who desired me and whose every orifice was available. But the years passed and she became less and less responsive. Things she had gloried in became sources of conflict and I took less and less pleasure when having her.
Now I am old and there is a woman that provides me with sexual services regularly. The things we do seem ordinary to us now but many would find them kinky even perverted. I enjoy her and we have learned how to make each other's bodies respond and so we give and receive pleasure that can be exquisite at times.
I have learned much about my sexual needs in those years and once in a while I need to have sex with a total stranger but sex which is unapologetic and has few limits. A date came clear in my diary a few weeks ago and I began to think about using it to satisfy this lust. At first I looked at some of the women I had met before but they were not available and I was on the point of settling for something more ordinary when a social media platform suggested I link up with a woman I knew nothing about.
In a few days time I will stand outside a door behind which she is waiting. I have never seen her face or heard her voice yet she has agreed to be masked until my penis is inside her vagina when she will reveal it. I have asked her to plan our session and fully expect to have my limits pushed - she is expert at practices I have never taken part in and I have invited her to choose whatever she wishes.
I have read the information she shares and she has interests that are rare these days but suggest that this is a woman of substance, intellect and perhaps humour. I have seen photographs that give an impression of an exceptional body and she has hinted at hidden things that only excite my imagination further.
Anticipation of sexual debauchery with a total stranger is a pleasure that occurs rarely and when the actual events exceeds the anticipation it is something that sustains me for many months and through difficult times until I begin to imagine once again what it would be like to meet a woman for the first time and within moments be taking part in sex acts that once I thought were only possible in my fantasies. I am a lucky old bugger!
An old man called Mike remembers sex in London before the internet, rants about the hypocrisy of today's society and shares some links to the best companions around today......