Daily Loaf

This story proves that you’re never too old to start exploring the kinkier sides of your sexuality. Still, I wonder how differently this story would read if, instead of a woman, it was a 62 year old man who suddenly decided he wanted to search the internet for kinky partners. Why is it that women who explore their sexuality well into old age are considered empowering feminine figures, while men who do the same thing are just dismissed as creepy perverts?

He stood there naked in my living room as commanded, feet apart, hands cuffed behind his back, eyes respectfully lowered, awaiting my next direction. I explored his body with gentle caresses first, readying him for my hand and heart-shaped crop to paint his buttocks with pink and red impressions. When he arrived at my door looking tense but eager, we went into my dining room to discuss what was going to happen, just as we had online, clarifying safety issues and reaching a comfort level of sorts. He was 39 and had never been with a dominant woman before, but had fantasized about it for years. I was 62 and about to play domme to my first sub, flushed with excitement and fueled by a mixture of 75 parts bravado, 10 parts disbelief and 15 parts pure glee. I had displayed some of my newly purchased toys-a red suede flogger, that heart-shaped crop, lube, gloves, and a large butt plug-on my dining room table like a bizarre eclectic centerpiece. He glanced at my array of tools and paled but smiled. I realized he had no idea that only my sofa pillows had ever felt the flogger’s lashes and everything else was equally untested. Including me.

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