Like a Fine Wine
Updated: Jul 11, 2020
The other day I was chatting to a 20-something-year-old client of mine at the end of our booking. He was the inquisitive sort; curious about all things related to sex and in particular the world of escorting. As always, I was happy to talk about these things and to help answer any questions that I could. Sometimes clients will apologise before the words even come out of their mouth because they know that what they’re about to ask is quite inappropriate. But I really don’t mind being open about things, and I try to welcome all of their questions without passing judgement or taking offence.
Back to this particular young man. I had been telling him all of the things I loved about my job, and he seemed to agree that yes it would be totally awesome to get paid heaps of money to have sex and orgasms all day. But then I saw a kind of recognition dawn in his eyes before he proceeded to ask me: “But do you have to have sex with like, old men and stuff?”
It’s not the first time I’ve been met with disgust and derision when the young ones find out that a girl their age is fucking men old enough to be her grandfather. I just laughed. “No, I don’t have to... but I do want to.” He didn’t even try to hide the confusion on his face.
It’s universally known that most men prefer younger women. It’s a fact that keeps a lot of us working girls in business. But by a fortunate coincidence, it just so happens that the feeling is mutual. Most of us working girls prefer older clients. And I don’t mean in the way that it’s “cool” for the high-school girl to date the older guy who’s already finished school. What I’m referring to is a 20-year-old sharing her bed with men 2, 3 or even 4 times her age.
So why do I, along with many other women, prefer older men?
Just a slight disclaimer first:
I do have a few younger clients who are incredible people and very generous lovers. (I think you know who you are). You guys are old souls and exceptions to the rule. I hope you know that you’re breaking the mould in the best possible way!
Back to my silver foxes. Outside of the bedroom, older men tend to embody those old-school values of social etiquette, respect, charm and manners. Not all young men lack these qualities, but sadly many do. I’m also drawn to the air of calmness and self-assuredness that many older gentlemen possess. I suppose this comes from years of introspection, having spent ample time on learning who they truly are and what they really want in life. They often lack the sense of entitlement and that bratty demanding nature that so many young men seem to have. We seem to have entered an era where laziness is “cool” and men’s personal hygiene is lax at best. Gone are the days when young men put in some effort when taking a lady out on a date. Romantic courtship is dead and buried. Thank goodness, we still have lots of fine older gentlemen to pick up the slack and show us ladies how we ought to be treated.
But in the bedroom, is where the older men really have the upper hand. Only older men (and a few very clever young men) have harnessed the wisdom of reciprocal pleasure. That is, taking pleasure by giving pleasure. Younger men are notoriously selfish in bed. Typically, they’re extremely excitable, with instant gratification being the aim of the game. It’s often that jack-hammer woody-wood-pecker kind of sex. Just awful! Older men however, they’re usually not in a rush. They’re gentler, more measured and precise. They appreciate that what women want is tenderness and intimacy, sensual caresses, passionate kisses, and deep relaxation. Therein lies the secret to their allure.
Isn’t it funny how men who grew up in the 60’s and 70’s (a time when a woman’s place was barefoot in the kitchen), tend to treat me with more respect and autonomy, than guys from this day and age where women are supposedly more equal? Younger guys will boss me around without ever asking me what I want or what I think, whereas older men will naturally go out of their way to try to accommodate and please me. Strange, isn’t it? On the flip side, maybe it’s these new-age equal rights that have led young men to believe that if women want to be just like men, then they can also take it like a man. I call it “fucking me with fury.” They throw us around like rag-dolls with no regard to our smaller stature or less muscular build. Don’t they know that we physically can’t endure that kind of sex, and that most of us really don’t like it rough at all? Thankfully, older men recognise that though we are mighty in spirit, we are still physically more delicate than men and require a little care in how we’re handled.
My frustration with guys my own age, is compounded by the fact that some things are outside of their control. Like all of us, they are a product of their environment. These young men are fumbling through their phases of sexual discovery and development in a time when our society is so highly sexualised. It’s no wonder they are seeking more and more sexual extremes just to get them off. They’ve become desensitised to the run-of-the-mill “normal” sex. It just doesn’t do it for them anymore unless someone is being choked or slapped or brutalised. There’s been a marked shift in the sexual desires that are culturally popular amongst the men of my generation. Older guys on the other hand, are not as easily misled by the ever-intensifying exhibits of hard-core porn. Sure, they watch porn too, but it’s generally the original porn formula; the “simple” stuff. Romantic kissing rather than violating her entire face with your tongue; caressing her skin rather than beating it black and blue; giving her pleasure rather than inflicting pain; making her feel worshipped and adored, rather than dirty and ashamed. Older men aren’t constantly searching for something more daring and new, or something that pushes the limits. They seem to be of the opinion that “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
On top of all this, older men generally just have a higher level of skill, dexterity and experience in the bedroom. I can trust that they’re not going to make a sudden move and accidentally elbow me in the face, unlike their younger, less coordinated counterparts. But I think what attracts me the most about older men, is their infinite patience, and their ability to carefully observe my body’s responsiveness to their touch. These factors are fundamental to why they make such fantastic lovers. Perhaps I was born a couple decades too late, because I wholeheartedly believe that like a fine wine, men really do get better with age.