“Can a younger guy actually prefer older women?”
My pulse trips over itself.
There are answers.
Actual answers.
I take a breath, my cheeks heating, my chest tightening, and I slide all the way off the deep end.
I type:
“Strong younger man older woman fantasy dynamic—why is this hot?”
The results explode like fireworks.
Articles.
Forums.
Essays with titles like“Dominance and Devotion”and“The Allure of being Wanted Tensely.”
“Oh no,” I whisper.
“Oh no, no, no…”
But my thumb is already gliding lower.
And this time I don’t stop myself.
“Younger man pinning older woman against a wall fantasy is this normal”
Enter.
My soul leaves my body, and a wave of heat rushes up my neck, into my ears, down my spine.
Because every answer is some variation of:
Yes.
Yes.
Dear god, yes.
The room feels smaller, and definitely warmer.
I look at the doorway like someone might walk in and catch me in the act of… Googling my own sexual awakening.
And then—because the universe hasn’t punished me enough—I type one last thing.
I don’t think.
I don’t breathe.
I just type it.
“Younger guy mentoring older woman…more than just workouts?”
I stare.
