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Tell us your stories of age gap shags. No paedo gags please.
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( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 13:55)
Tell us your stories of age gap shags. No paedo gags please.
Inspired by The Resident Loon
( , Thu 4 Dec 2008, 13:55)
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It was about eight years ago
I was seeing a woman who lived in Philadelphia- about three hours and change from where I lived- and used to go visit for weekends.
This woman was of Italian and Jewish ancestry, so you can envision her appearance somewhat- dark brown eyes, very curly black hair, the whole bit. She also happened to be a bit on the heavy side- not really fat, just a big girl. She was also seven years younger than me.
One day she had a nail break, so she went to her favorite nail salon to have them fix it with acrylic. I happened to be with her at the time, so I sat in a corner reading whatever magazine they had at the time (probably Cosmo or something similarly horrid).
The little Vietnamese woman who was doing her nails glanced over at me a few times- it's probably pretty rare for a tall blond man to come in there- and said to the woman, "Is that your boyfriend?"
She indicated that I was.
The Vietnamese woman smiled slyly at her. "Ooooh! And he so much younger than you!"
I don't think I helped matters by laughing when she told me about this later...
( , Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:03, 4 replies)
I was seeing a woman who lived in Philadelphia- about three hours and change from where I lived- and used to go visit for weekends.
This woman was of Italian and Jewish ancestry, so you can envision her appearance somewhat- dark brown eyes, very curly black hair, the whole bit. She also happened to be a bit on the heavy side- not really fat, just a big girl. She was also seven years younger than me.
One day she had a nail break, so she went to her favorite nail salon to have them fix it with acrylic. I happened to be with her at the time, so I sat in a corner reading whatever magazine they had at the time (probably Cosmo or something similarly horrid).
The little Vietnamese woman who was doing her nails glanced over at me a few times- it's probably pretty rare for a tall blond man to come in there- and said to the woman, "Is that your boyfriend?"
She indicated that I was.
The Vietnamese woman smiled slyly at her. "Ooooh! And he so much younger than you!"
I don't think I helped matters by laughing when she told me about this later...
( , Fri 5 Dec 2008, 16:03, 4 replies)
I've been known
to tell that story from time to time.
It still fits here, though.
( , Fri 5 Dec 2008, 17:36, closed)
to tell that story from time to time.
It still fits here, though.
( , Fri 5 Dec 2008, 17:36, closed)
Proud? Perhaps.
Though I really can't claim any credit for that- it's due to genetics more than anything else. My family tends to look younger than we are.
Most peoples' guesses are about ten years off with me.
Poor Patti, though- she was crushed and infuriated and wouldn't talk to me for a good twenty minutes, and then when she finally told me what happened I laughed- and then she wouldn't talk to me for another twenty minutes.
( , Fri 5 Dec 2008, 18:10, closed)
Though I really can't claim any credit for that- it's due to genetics more than anything else. My family tends to look younger than we are.
Most peoples' guesses are about ten years off with me.
Poor Patti, though- she was crushed and infuriated and wouldn't talk to me for a good twenty minutes, and then when she finally told me what happened I laughed- and then she wouldn't talk to me for another twenty minutes.
( , Fri 5 Dec 2008, 18:10, closed)
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