Posts: 38 Wed 08/21/13 07:23 AMA. I was working as a security guard in an office building. I was immediately attracted to an African American girl on the cleaning crew. She was not your centerfold sex-goddess. Her small head shaped like that of a child was shaved, other than a top-knot the purpose of which was to anchor many long, multi-colored ribbons. She was not particularly voluptuous or buxom, but even now as I describe her, I'm shifting around in my seat! I sat at a large desk, strategically placed so any foot traffic entering or leaving the building had to pass by me. There was a half-closed double-door opening out into a hallway running by the desk, where another door provided egress into the security office. One night I just couldn't stand it any longer, so when she came up to the desk to get her office keys, I made up some silly excuse when no one was around for her to come around the hallway doors so we couldn't be seen. She did, and I just looped my arm around her slender waist, crushing her body against mine. Our mouths locked, tongues searching, our breath drawn in ragged gasps. My hands smoothed down to her muscular ''', and she followed suit, becoming even more aggressive in unleashing the pent-up lust we had both felt for each other, unquenched for far too long. Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and we tore away from each other. She skipped away, wringing her hands before her, exclaiming, "Oh! Oh! Oh!", as if I had tossed her a hot potato! One following evening, it just so happened I was required to check the doors in the office tower. Of course, I began to search for HER. She was found milling around in an office on the top floor, a desk light casting a faint, candle-like glow on the wood-paneled walls and a large window overlooking the city. Our arms entwined, and, noticing my glance at a fine leather couch, her glittering, jet-black eyes searched my own. I began to back her the few steps to the welcoming embrace of the couch, where I gently nudged her backward, slowing her descent with my free arm. We both sighed, as once again we were entwined, AND THEN... UGLY, WHITE FLOURESCENCE FLOODED THE SHADOWED OFFICE. "What the hell are you two doin' in hyar!", demanded Mary, an obnoxious co-worker who seemed to delight in making everyone else's business her business. She was surely elated over having just destroyed the kind of moment, she, herself could only hope to experience in her own life. Dayum! 
B. I was on a pay phone (that's an ancient device which was once scattered throughout the country. You put a coin in it, which allowed you to dial your number.) in a popular nightclub. A woman's loud tirade behind me caught my attention. "I'm TRYING to get a job, you MFer!", she yelled into the bartender's phone, before he shook his head, taking it away from her. 'It's tough to get a good bartender's job in this ritzy joint, girl!', I thought, bemused. Seeing that she was being observed, the tall, slender blond sheathed in a sleek, black mini-dress shined a sultry smile at me beginning from the corner of her red-glistening lips. I shook myself from my trance as a voice crackled on the pay phone. A few minutes later, I was startled to feel a pair of arms snaking around my waist. "Hey, baby, get off this phone, and let's get out of here!", she panted into my ear. "What? Who the f''' is that?!!, roared my ever-possessive girlfriend. "Nobody", I said, just before my words were muffled by soft, teasing lips which seemed to linger for an eternity, but not nearly long enough. After some verbal sparring, during which I seemed to be caught up in a dream-like state, she hung up in my face, the rudeness bringing to mind a certain, sultry smile. I dropped the phone, leaving it to spin crazily against the wall as I jerked my head around in vain for a glimpse of the blond. Nowhere to be seen. Hurriedly calculating the timeline, I made for the door leading outside, just in time to see a black limo pulling off the curb, tapered, red-nailed fingers waving bye-bye just above the rear passenger window. An older, burly man, totally inebriated in a pinstripe suit festooned with an ID from some conventiion jostled me. "Hey, come back, b''''!", he spluttered, staggering to the edge of the curb, giving the departing limo the finger. He stood there a moment, staring after the twinkling , red taillights, then wheeled to get in my face with his paint-peeling whiskey breath. "I paid a grand to meet up with that wh'''! A GRAND!", he wailed, turning to weave back to the door and the two nice bouncers who awaited him. Did I just kiss a PROSTITUTE? I spat on the sidewalk, then realized that was the hottest kiss I'd ever had. (WHAT'S THAT, MOD? THERE'S A CREATIVE WRITING SECTION? Sorry, just got carried away... Can you move my topic, please?)Edited by gvitago on Wed 08/21/13 07:30 AM

A. I was working as a security guard in an office building. I was immediately attracted to an African American girl on the cleaning crew. She was not your centerfold sex-goddess. Her small head shaped like that of a child was shaved, other than a top-knot the purpose of which was to anchor many long, multi-colored ribbons. She was not particularly voluptuous or buxom, but even now as I describe her, I'm shifting around in my seat!
I sat at a large desk, strategically placed so any foot traffic entering or leaving the building had to pass by me. There was a half-closed double-door opening out into a hallway running by the desk, where another door provided egress into the security office.
One night I just couldn't stand it any longer, so when she came up to the desk to get her office keys, I made up some silly excuse when no one was around for her to come around the hallway doors so we couldn't be seen. She did, and I just looped my arm around her slender waist, crushing her body against mine. Our mouths locked, tongues searching, our breath drawn in ragged gasps. My hands smoothed down to her muscular ''', and she followed suit, becoming even more aggressive in unleashing the pent-up lust we had both felt for each other, unquenched for far too long.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and we tore away from each other. She skipped away, wringing her hands before her, exclaiming, "Oh! Oh! Oh!", as if I had tossed her a hot potato!
One following evening, it just so happened I was required to check the doors in the office tower. Of course, I began to search for HER. She was found milling around in an office on the top floor, a desk light casting a faint, candle-like glow on the wood-paneled walls and a large window overlooking the city.
Our arms entwined, and, noticing my glance at a fine leather couch, her glittering, jet-black eyes searched my own. I began to back her the few steps to the welcoming embrace of the couch, where I gently nudged her backward, slowing her descent with my free arm. We both sighed, as once again we were entwined, AND THEN...
UGLY, WHITE FLOURESCENCE FLOODED THE SHADOWED OFFICE. "What the hell are you two doin' in hyar!", demanded Mary, an obnoxious co-worker who seemed to delight in making everyone else's business her business. She was surely elated over having just destroyed the kind of moment, she, herself could only hope to experience in her own life. Dayum!
B. I was on a pay phone (that's an ancient device which was once scattered throughout the country. You put a coin in it, which allowed you to dial your number.) in a popular nightclub. A woman's loud tirade behind me caught my attention. "I'm TRYING to get a job, you MFer!", she yelled into the bartender's phone, before he shook his head, taking it away from her. 'It's tough to get a good bartender's job in this ritzy joint, girl!', I thought, bemused. Seeing that she was being observed, the tall, slender blond sheathed in a sleek, black mini-dress shined a sultry smile at me beginning from the corner of her red-glistening lips. I shook myself from my trance as a voice crackled on the pay phone.
A few minutes later, I was startled to feel a pair of arms snaking around my waist. "Hey, baby, get off this phone, and let's get out of here!", she panted into my ear. "What? Who the f''' is that?!!, roared my ever-possessive girlfriend. "Nobody", I said, just before my words were muffled by soft, teasing lips which seemed to linger for an eternity, but not nearly long enough. After some verbal sparring, during which I seemed to be caught up in a dream-like state, she hung up in my face, the rudeness bringing to mind a certain, sultry smile. I dropped the phone, leaving it to spin crazily against the wall as I jerked my head around in vain for a glimpse of the blond. Nowhere to be seen. Hurriedly calculating the timeline, I made for the door leading outside, just in time to see a black limo pulling off the curb, tapered, red-nailed fingers waving bye-bye just above the rear passenger window.
An older, burly man, totally inebriated in a pinstripe suit festooned with an ID from some conventiion jostled me. "Hey, come back, b''''!", he spluttered, staggering to the edge of the curb, giving the departing limo the finger. He stood there a moment, staring after the twinkling , red taillights, then wheeled to get in my face with his paint-peeling whiskey breath. "I paid a grand to meet up with that wh'''! A GRAND!", he wailed, turning to weave back to the door and the two nice bouncers who awaited him. Did I just kiss a PROSTITUTE? I spat on the sidewalk, then realized that was the hottest kiss I'd ever had. (WHAT'S THAT, MOD? THERE'S A CREATIVE WRITING SECTION? Sorry, just got carried away... Can you move my topic, please?)

So how IS he and his #2 doing?
You're so right. Marriage IS in the heart.

Thanks

navygirl, I get my facts on older women deriving anger over an older man/younger woman union by simply placing the incendiary truth into a thread such as this. Then I take careful note of those women who "could care less", yet snarl at me nonetheless for merely posting what most are probably thinking.

This topic has taken off because many of those who've replied have also considered reciprocating the advances of a much younger (or older) person. Then there are those participating in this thread whose boyfriend, wife, etc. had been stolen away by someone of a significant age difference.
Others are seeking tips on how to initiate an encounter w/ an older, or younger person. Maybe the rule here should be to choose one to approach who had long ago exceeded the "age of consent"! Sixteen will get you twenty!

...does it profess as much true love as the 50,000.00 sparkler?
My feelings are that the engagement ring, as well as the wedding ring, are a symbol...not a gift.
If a man who has eyes set on your wife sees the sparkler, he may surmise she is only in the marriage for the money...an easy target for an affair with a well-moneyed woman. A band indicates something far more deep and meaningful. Obviously, she loves her husband deeply because she accepted the simple gold band in the first place, right?
This current trend of resetting the ring with an even more expensive stone with the claim that since the love has grown over time, so should the rock, smacks of pure greed to me, nothing more. I anticipate that a very messy, expensive divorce looms just around the corner.
As for a guy who gives a woman such an expensive symbol of their marital union, could it be that he isn't secure in his ability to simply love his woman, so he attempts to compensate with the elaborate ring? Could both the offering of such a ring, and the request and subsequent acceptance of it, be a red flag from the very beginning that the marriage is doomed to fail?
Now what are the current statistics of divorce in this country? Fifty percent? Maybe whe should all begin to think outside the box...the ring box, that is!
If she wants a gift, then by all means GIVE HER THE GIFT OF JEWELRY, unexpectedly and often, but not as a symbol of your marriage.
Maybe it is better that I've never married. I have and will continue to buck convention within this wacky institution, where most fail utterly, and the rest are beyond miserable. Only a few seem to have truly found bliss.
PERFECTION THROUGH CONFLICT.
YOUR SENTINEL ON THE WATCH...GVITAGO.
Comments, hee-hee?

Older women in the forty-ish set are particularly harsh in their regards toward a man near their age dating a woman twenty years his junior. It intimidates them because they know that there could be true love there, not simply a gold-digging twenty-year-old dating an older man simply to lay siege to his credit cards. And the man in the equation may simply be intent only upon having a baby with her so any children may have a young, more energetic mom who can keep up with them. He may not be interested in having a young wife simply as a trophy to show off to his friends. This intimidates older women to no end. They try to brand him a pedophile, and the girl a gold-digging slut-puppy.
In some countries, young girls much prefer much older men...and it's not merely for financial gain. Boys their age are often just that-boys, and have no sense of responsibility. And they are often only intent upon offering one thing to the relationship.

Arghh! Once again, ageism rears it's ugly head!

Whoa! Er, hi, Amber!

"Olympus Has Fallen". I really know how to pick 'em. Only thing, it seemed to have ended too abruptly. If anyone can figure out why, I'd like to hear from you.

I scored a date with "Mystique" of "X-Men" fame once. She shape-shifted into any and every woman I could ever want her to be.
But it was over when, as a joke, she morphed into Hillary Clinton. Such a sad end to what could have been a fairy-tale romance.

Oh, woe is me! I can't believe that this thread is so misunderstood! I was merely suggesting how wonderful it would be if the women we men care about so deeply would just open up and reveal what they would like to do and where they would like to go for vacation! As a travel agent (we're not getting much business lately), I've heard so many stories from men about how the special women in their lives say only, "Oh, anywhere you want to go is fine with me, honey!" Of course, men want their women to enjoy their travels, as well! But we men need suggestions, as to where our women would like to go, and what they'd like to do!
I'm so upset about this right now that I'm going to wrap up in my pink snuggie blanket with a pint of Haagen Daz , and watch the entire "Twilight" series all over again. Then, the Lifetime channel! Why, oh why must a few men who insist upon twisting the original intent of a thread give the rest of us guys a bad name!
I don't think I should be alone right now...I'm such a sensitive, intellectual, special guy! If there are any good, decent women out there who enjoy "Little House on the Prairie" and "The Waltons" reruns, please contact me immediately! I think I may have an extra pint of ice cream, and maybe even some Godiva chocolates somewhere. You can come over to my hot, bachelor pad ...er, I mean my humble abode, and we can spend all night doing crochet together, and make s'mores, while I apologize for the uncouth members of my gender! If you happen to fall asleep on my couch, I promise I will be your knight in shining armor, and carefully bear you to my bedroom where I will lay you down, tuck you in, and then go sleep on the couch (once I remove my shining armor, of course!)
(Better roll up my pants legs! Gettin' "deep" in here!)
Whoa...suddenly feeling just a little vomitty...

BWAA-HA-HA-HAAAA!!!

Yeah. This topic isn't special enuff. Why hang around?

OH, MAN...almost forgot the one who matches even KD Aubert, maybe even exceeds her
PAULA PATTON! Would somebody please post a pic of Paula?

Dang... I love Zoe and Thandie!
How's about the original Uhura from, "Star Trek"?

You are so right! It's not all about the sex, is it, "beeeeast", with 4 "e"s!

...or Catwoman?