*Warning some explicit material*

My SO (significant other) is older than me by 26 years.

If you said I was attracted to older men because I long for the love and admiration of my father I wouldn’t argue the point.

However I have been with men of various ages, the same age as me, a few years older than me, and even a few younger than me. Age doesn’t mean that much to me. All I look for is someone mature and treats me well.

I want to tell the story of us, but I want everyone to know that I do love him, but I need to tell the whole story; some will not be pleasant.

I was living as a stereotype: I’d just graduated college and was living in my gramma’s basement. I was getting into casual encounters. So I stalked craig’s list finding guys I’d be willing to take a chance with. If you are a guy on craig’s list and you are wondering why there aren’t more women? The answer is: YOU SUCK.

Well one ad led me to SO. I almost didn’t meet with him, because he was insisting he talk to me over the phone first. I thought he was kind of creepy and manipulative. But I was bored and he advertised that he love to lick.

Hey! For once I found a guy who didn’t #######4 around. He was into exactly what he said and he was very gifted.

So for the next few months we were friends-with-benefits.

He had the smallest house you can imagine. The entryway was the kitchen, then a square of living room, a small bedroom, and bathroom with a standing shower.

This concludes Part 1