I’ve always been partial to a silver fox. It started with a mega crush on my history teacher & never stopped. I have almost always dated older men. I almost always fancy older men. It comes as a great surprise to me discover that actually, I’m not entirely against a tryst with a younger men either. Which brings me to the advent of the toy boy & surprises therein.
The first shock was testicles. Let me tell you that the balls of a 30yr old are very different to those of a 50yr old. Perhaps this is common knowledge. I was not aware. My eyes are now open.
Sometimes a younger guy doesn’t get your cultural references at all. This makes you feel 90 years old.
But on the flip slide you sometimes get a tiny bit smug & superior when they don’t know who Charles Manson is.
Takes direction. Very well.
A toy boy is slightly more willing to accept that I am always right. I like this.
Peachy peachy bum.
The youngster makes it past 11pm without becoming unconscious.
Takes charge equally well. Ego is comfortable with both.
Silliness. There is a pleasing amount of nonsense.
Oh, did I mention the arse?