Fetish blog

Years ago I lived for a long time in the attic of a big house in England. The house was owned by an elderly Irish guy and his younger German wife. She was in her late 50s or early 60s I guess, he mid-70s. It was a crummy flat, but cheap.

The chap had a brother, something to do with the navy and medicine. I met him once, he was well over 80 then. He just had a new wife, my kind of age (twenty something) and they had had two children, twins who were barely walking.

He had my admiration, I’ll say that.

One of my good friends is in her mid-30s. She’s a rather nice looking, bright, active, attractive person. I’ve never heard her talk about sex or boyfriends or girlfriends, she’s more into conservation, treks across Africa and stuff like that. She’s always hugely friendly to me and greets me with a big, bright smile like she’s happy to see me, as I am her. She invited me to a party once, but I couldn’t go.

I can’t imagine she’s ever tried on any latex wear, but she’d sure look good in it and I think she’d probably enjoy it.

Would I ever have sex with her? Well, I guess she could be my daughter, but she isn’t so why not? I was talking about this to someone the other day. “Ah yes,” said my friend, “but imagine the age difference the other way: you’re 50 and she’s 70! Would you want sex with a 70 year old?”

Well, she isn’t 70. To all you 50 year old guys, or even gals, when was the last time you had sex with a 30 year old?

OK nurse, pass me the heart attack pills…