Young & Hot Boys

I have this fantasy that some naive, striking, well-built young man is going to submit to my tutelage, wanting me to teach him the finer points of pleasing a woman. And because of this young boy fantasy, I have had some bad sex.

These young and hot boys don't exist. Have I not forgotten how sex with any man under the age of 25 goes. Lots of ass smacking and rough-housing. Bad choices in music and foreplay. Foreplay, if it occurs, is usually mimicing something he sees in some porn that hurts more than gets me excited. But pain and wincing gets young boys excited. Lots of shit talking and hard, meaningless thrusting with no attention to how I am feeling. No, I don't want your gold chain flapping against my ass when you are hitting it from the back. Take off your hat, and your socks. Turn off the Chingy and try some Marvin Gaye.

In spite of these bad experiences, I still have this notion that some young, impressionable beau would bask in my sexual experience, wanting to know all the finer points of climax. These boys are usually athletes, with chisled bodies and cocky mouthpieces, who promise to be ravishing between the sheets. But they aren't. So many are clumsy, fumbling, near-vigins, who can't handle 10 percent of my sexual tricks.

So I am killing my young boy fantasy today. No more sex with any man under the age of 28 (of course, over the age of 21). No longer will I believe that any man under that age is interesting in anything besides fulfilling some BET UnCut fantasy. I'd rather have an older hot boy any day.