When a older man is seen dating a much younger woman, it is assumed it’s because he must be going through a mid-life crisis of some sort. The more youthful female companion is more sexually attractive to him (making him feel younger) and she probably doesn’t ask him about his issues like a older woman might. After all, young women are fun, free-spirited, energetic and have a zest for life. This youthful energy is attractive to an older man who may be feeling his mortality. These are all the stereotypical reasons people tend to think older men love to date younger women. While these things may be true for some men, the attraction is usual more complicated than that. When it comes down to it, a younger woman satisfies one of the most basic human needs: connection. There is a need that is different for men and women at different stages in their lives. Young adult women typically have more of a need for connection. While they create careers, they want to eventually create a family. On the other side, young adult men are focused on the need for significance. They have relationships and start families, but their focus is figuring out a way to be successful in the world. In young adult relationships, these needs are in conflict, as the woman wants more intimacy and the man is focused on building his career. Older men and younger women share the same need for connection.

This is the cruel joke of the dating world: younger men are focused on significance and younger women are focused on connection. Somewhere around mid-life, there is a switch. At some point, the older man realizes he’s squandered his youth on the pursuit of wealth and power and probably neglected his family in the process. He is tired of the rat race and is seeking more connection. Simultaneously, an older woman is tired of putting herself second after her children and husband. She is ready to go back to school and pursue the career she put on hold for her family. This is another reason older men love to date younger women. A young woman is compatible with him in that she is also seeking more connection. He may even be thinking of starting a second family with her so he can “get it right” this time around. Younger women dating older men, no matter how ridiculous the idea seems to us, is a growing reality of today. People are looking for what they want rather than what societal norms want them to do. The relationship between a older man and younger woman embodies a combination of emotions of pain, anguish and it displays the beauty and wonderment. The younger woman is usual called the ‘trophy wife’ but they are finding their older significant other to be more tolerant, respectful and understanding towards them than the younger men.

My six ex-wives were young like me when I was in college studying and working to build my business empire. All my ex-wives were pursuing college degrees and careers. So there was no connection between us in our marriage, we stated families and grew apart ending in divorce. Now that I’m in my late fifties, a self made billionaire, divorced six times, letting my executive officers run my various business divisons both in the US and Internationally, my law partners in my US law firm and my law partners in the International law firm run the law firms, I don’t represent clients anymore unless under special circumstances. My time now is concentrated on enjoying beautiful young women and feeding my sexual appetite. I’m surround by beautiful young women, the majority have never been married, some are divorced, some are separated, some are divorced, and some are married. All these young women are seeking to fulfill a need, their need is sexual satisfaction. I have a reputation for womanizing, for having a insatiable sexual appetite, a monster cock and rough sex. My nickname is ‘the bull’ some women request dates with me to see if the rumors and stories are true and others I pick up. Ultimately the older man and younger woman are in a mutual consent to be with each other.

Callie is 22 year old never married daughter of a Houston business owner seeking a contract from one of my companies.
She is a beautiful young woman with shoulder length silky blonde hair, beautiful smile, and sparkling blue eyes. She is 5′ 8″ tall with a hot sexy body and 34 C breasts. Her dad introduced her to me as I settled into my room at their house, she is my escort around Houston and assist me with business needs. I had my eye on her since I met her. Though fearful and reluctant at first, I easily took advantage of her youth, inexperience, and emotional extortion. I manipulated and coerced her into bed and her legs open. Her dad had just driven away in his Lincoln heading into Houston, and Callie is in the kitchen loading the dishwasher with the last of the breakfast dishes. She hears me come in and sit down at the small kitchen table, ” may I have a cup of that hot coffee, Callie,” I said. She dried her hands and poured the coffee. Setting it down in front of me, she turned and started back toward the sink. As she turned, I grab her wrist and stop her, ” No, come here Callie…let’s get to know each other,” I said pulling her closer to me. She didn’t want to sit on my lap; She just wanted to get away. ” John, I’m twenty two years old, and I don’t know you,” She said as she tried to pull away from me. My grasp tightened painfully around her wrist and my expression and voice changed to hard edged indignation that she would refuse to do as I said. ” I said come let’s get to know each other, Callie.” She knew what I was going to do and she knew arguing with me would not help. It would be easier to do what I wanted so it would be over.

I looked up at her and smiled at her flagging resistance. Callie watched horrified as I unzipped my trousers and freed my swelling cock. She obediently straddled my knees and leaned forward putting her arms around my neck and begins to rub her panty covered pussy against my warm semi hard cock. ” That’s it Callie, get me real hard so I can be real nice to you…yes, like that,” I said. When I was ready, I reach between her legs pulling the crotch of her now damp panties aside, and slide my long, thick cock inside her. It hurt so bad, Callie had never experienced such intense pain before, this was the first time she had experienced a thick cock. She is biting her lower lip as my monster cock stretches her pussy. She closed her eyes and buried her face in my neck until the pain started to subside and I begin to move deeper inside her. Filled with self-loathing she starts to grind into me, concentrating on the feel of her clit rubbing against the base of my cock, and all the while thinking how good it was feeling. Slowly at first, wanting to get her pussy as wet as possible, then with increasing force I start to fuck her harder. Sometimes I have my eyes closed and lost in my lust, other times I talk dirty to her and curse her as I fuck and use her. I wanted us to cum together, I hold myself back until I feel her body tense, and her pussy contract around my cock. When she is on the edge, she says softly into my ear, ” Yes, yes John, make me cum.” I put my large hands around her waist and hold her hips in position as I thrust upward into her pussy as deep as I can go before I explode, spewing my hot thick cum inside her, still holding onto her as her young body shakes and jerks and clings to me.

When I was spent, I adjusted my clothes, and before leaving patted her ass and told her to ” be ready to leave in thirty minutes,” then I left the kitchen. Callie stood there at the sink in shock, my cum starting to run down her leg, her pussy raw and sore from the hard fucking I had just given her. Enough…she had had enough. With my last words ringing in her ear, she went to her room, to dress and be ready to leave with me. We returned to the house around two in the afternoon, Callie’s dad wasn’t expected until 7 pm. Callie went up stairs to her room to relax and fell asleep. She awoke to a chill in her bedroom. Her panties are crumpled at the foot of the bed and her dress is hiked up around her neck exposing her breasts. I’m standing alongside the bed, before she can scream, I bent over her, and stuffed something into her mouth to muffle her cries and tied a scarf across her mouth to secure it. We struggled, but I overpowered her binding my wrists to the brass bed railing above her head and moving down her body, I spread her legs and tied each ankle to the bedposts. Callie is terrified and confused, why was I doing this?
Despite being tied spread eagle on the bed, I push her legs further apart and she suddenly feels my warm breath on her pussy lips and she froze, but in her mind, she hears herself screaming ‘ John how could you?’

My tongue snaked out and brushing against her clit, it found her pink bud and I begin to hungrily lick and suck it. I keep licking her, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, pushing my tongue inside her until she slowly realized that what I’m doing…feels so good. ” That’s it Callie, just relax and enjoy. Let me play with you, don’t fight, just let it happen,” I said, soothing her, calming her into submission.