'He suddenly knows why he feels the way he does about her, why she still touches him, and why, at irregular and unpredictable intervals, he wonders where she is and how she is doing: he has become her parent, and she his child.
He sees, finally, that as much as he believed he was imposing his will on her, she was also imposing her need on him, and their two dispositions interlocked. And the consequence was a mutual education. He experienced a relationship in which he was the sole responsible party, and he notes its failures; she found someone to guide her through to the next level of her life.'
My name is Gina and I'm 23. That will be the only true name written here. For the respect of the men and our joint activities, their names will be changed. Maybe to one's that I think suit them better. Maybe to names I would like to call them instead. Since I was a teenager, I have never been attracted to boys my own age. It all started with a typical schoolgirl crush on a teacher. And then another teacher. Then a University tutor. Educators are always so willing to provide for their young charges. Once you have your taste of older gentleman, and experience the unrivalled pleasure of forbidden fruit, how can you go back? My girlfriends and I agree, there's nothing better. Older men can go harder, longer, dirtier and be adventurously naughty. They have a wealth of knowledge to share. They're not afraid to give you what you need and not afraid to show you what they want. And surprisingly, they are much for romantic, much sweeter and wonderfully vulnerable. This is the past, present and future of my sex life.
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