Confessions of a M.O.D (Mature Online Dater) 8: 50 Shades of… (NSFW!)

50 shades of….online dating for mature women

Some dating sites send a dozen or so “Match of the Day” straight to your inbox. I browse these, usually with moderate interest, as time has shown these are often just mismatches – right age bracket, right geographically but little else inspiring.

I decided to kill a few minutes and do the browsing of who else was around. After 5 or 6 I came across a profile which definitely caught my eye!

His photo showed a cheeky but nice looking man with a huge smile, leaning on the railings of a yacht, enjoying the great outdoors and naturally on a perfect blue sky day. There were 4 other photos demonstrating various situations: business executive in an expensive looking suit in the office; the golf course hit off shot; working out in the gym, skimpy singlet revealing a very well build set of tanned abs with creative ink and the last of course showed him positioned in an expensive sports car (top down naturally) complete with a blue shirt, designer sunglasses and flashing white teeth..

I clicked on his profile, not expecting very much, but was surprised to read a rather lengthy, very articulate profile. It conveyed an intelligent well spoken man with a SOH, a fun hands on approach to life, and very positive attitude. I noticed we shared the same tastes in almost every category although I can’t admit to having skied every winter!

He was 4 yrs younger than me which meant I ‘just’ scraped into his desired age group, and it seemed I was not far from his “what I’m looking for ” description which said he wanted “something ongoing”.

I suddenly realised I must have forgotten to specify distance because he lived 719 miles away! With this new dilemma I decided it was better to count my losses and switched off the laptop and went to work. Throughout the day I found myself thinking about him several times but quickly dismissed these thoughts. What’s the point? Well he certainly seem to be a good proposition for some lady in his area !

Very occasionally, I will contact a man living interstate, merely to congratulate him on an exceptionally well written profile and wish him well in his search. As a result of this, I have remained friends with two, and whilst we doubt we will ever meet, joke that we should catch up halfway.

This was one of those occasions: I emailed him, conveyed my thoughts and wished him well.

Two days later I saw he had emailed back thanking me, saying he intended to move to my city in a couple of months time for business, and that “you never know!”

Who was I to be ungracious and not respond to that ? !!! We began emailing frequently and it became apparent things were looking good! Prior to exchanging photos, I told him, if he wanted tall, blond, legs for days, surgically enhanced, with minimal intelligence, he had best keep looking ! He said: ” No that was two wives ago ! “

He said he had divorced several years earlier, had recently returned from working three years as a executive for an IT company in their Asian office and would be relocating back to their head office in my city.

By this stage the SMS’s ramped up to the verge of the ridiculous!! Each time I picked up my iPhone, another SMS from him would pop up! God it was almost sickening, how quickly we had fallen for each other. I knew it was ridiculous, but we couldn’t help ourselves. We kept reminding each other we couldn’t believe this was happening ! It was difficult to understand how two intelligent sane people could become so entrenched in one another and had never met. Colleagues kept asking ” What are you smiling at?” hmm was it that obvious?

It was two weeks (seemed like six months) before he could manage to fly down to meet.

We had planned dinner in the restaurant of the hotel be had booked, but both agreed throwing ourselves into each others arms frantically was not a good look, so decided I’d head to his room, become acquainted (ha !) then possibly (?) go to the restaurant soon (?) after. Well that was the plan. We both knew all we wanted to do was tear each others clothes off and have frantic passionate sex!

The day arrived. I had scheduled a day off work to be relaxed, ready and organized. I bought the new LBD, sexy lingerie, sheer silk stockings and naturally needed new high heels (seeing he was quite tall: any excuse !) had booked the hairdresser, so was set. I packed an overnight bag as we were intending to have lunch next day, if we managed to leave the room .

I was excited and expectant and surprisingly not nervous as I caught a taxi to his hotel. There’s something about arriving alone at a five star hotel dressed up knowing what was about to happen. Kind of glamorous, a bit like how an escort may feel.

I found the door to his room on the 22nd floor, was open. I knocked, and walked in. He was standing near the window speaking on his mobile , gestured for me to come in , indicating he would not be long. From what I gathered it was a business call which was rather stressful. He sounded frustrated, though he did manage a fairly decent excited smile.

I was disappointed to see his photos had been taken quite some years earlier ! Clearly he had lead the hard and fast life as he had aged considerably and now looked ten years older than me. I stood there feeling awkward wondering if I should wait outside or stay. I placed my bag and coat on the luggage bench near the door. He was wearing Levis’ and a crisp white shirt.

He walked toward me and took me in his arms. We kissed passionately, as I stroked his neck I felt myself melt, heart pounding. Wow this was amazing, exactly as I imagined. I didn’t want the moment to stop!

We finally drew apart and stood there fingers entwined, observing each other. At exactly the same moment we both said: “I can’t believe you’re here!” We laughed. He grabbed me and literally threw me onto the king sized bed, saying: “I will pour the champagne .. “

Ah ! I felt wonderful … He sat on the edge of the bed and handed me my drink … My heart beat faster as I felt his hand slide along my leg easing his way under my dress .. along my thigh .. He found the top of my stocking and paused saying : ” You can take care of those. “

As he stood up, I noticed he had an intent serious expression on his face as he unbuttoned his shirt.. He wasn’t kidding about being a gym junkie! Gorgeous tanned muscular abs, strong shoulders , even better than his photo ….I’m not especially into a mans chest being waxed, but was sure I could cope!

My pulse quickened even faster.. I felt sure he was used to women swooning over his body as he flexed his muscles (a little unnecessary and over the top i thought, and gave me the impression he was rather vain). I lay there imagining his tight butt and muscular thighs

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly to release his cock from his jeans. No jocks or boxers for this man ! I hoped my thoughts didn’t show on my face!

He walked purposely to the sideboard, picked up the bottle of Moët and quickly drank from the bottle. Perhaps he had a liking for that old Solo soft drink commercial – he managed to spill half of it down his torso. By this stage I was feeling dismayed as he just seemed so into himself. Vain ? Shallow ? Superficial ? Not the man I had come to know so quickly I was not too impressed to top this off, he then poured more champagne over cock and stood there admiring himself in the wall of mirrors behind the bed

I sat up wondering why I was even there. It seemed he could have entertained himself just as well alone.

He looked at me as he began stroking his cock and gyrating his hips. Dancing did not appear to be his strong suit, as he almost looked comical.

Was he for real ? I almost laughed! He looked ridiculous with a stupid expression on his face !

I wasn’t laughing as he walked to the bed and pushed his cock near my mouth saying:

“You’re gonna suck it till I cum, swallow it, Bitch! Masturbate for me then I’m gonna fuck your arse hard ! If you’re good, I might even arrange for a couple of friends to join us later! “

What happened to the passionate lovemaking we had talked about???

Where was the sensuous man I had expected?

My heart was pounding for a different reason now. How in the hell did I get this so wrong? This was not how our first meeting was supposed to be.

It was the look in this eyes that concerned me the most: I believed him to be serious. He suddenly looked much older.

I quickly told him I needed more Champagne, and had to go to the bathroom and said I expected him lying on the bed wearing only a smile when I returned. I made a point of glancing longingly at his cock, yet all i wanted to do was leave..

As he turned to refill my glass, I somehow managed to walk calmly to the bathroom. I had a glass of water and waited a few moments, thankful I was still fully dressed.

I stepped out of the bathroom, took my coat and bag, and turned to him saying: “Have fun with the guy in the mirror! I’m leaving! “”. It felt good to slam the door and stride to the lifts.

As I sat in the taxi heading home, I wondered why he would bother wasting two weeks talking to me, then fly interstate to meet. Perhaps I was a sideline to a business trip. In the past I have gone to a hotel room, and had relied on my gut instinct. Tonight had been a lucky escape

He may well be some girls’ dream, but not mine.

Life can be stranger than fiction.

Ms M.O.D.

Confessions of a M.O.D (mature online dater) is a continuing saga of ongoings interspersed with some funny and not so positive accounts of one woman’s online dating experiences . Her aim is to provide some insight into the mechanics of the online dating world for mature adults…

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