There is nothing better than good sex; bad sex is like eating your own puke. Sex is supposed to be fun. Bad sex can literally ruin your life and this is no sheer utterance. I would beat myself to tears if I waste hours on one male only find out he sucks under the sheets.
I have collected for myself quite a stash of sexual experiences and I would do just about anything to gratify my sexual urge, I cannot settle for less when much could be achieved.
My sexual resume is very impressive so with that I am adept enough to say age is no determiner of good sex. I was left in an unutterable state when I heard someone say older men are more experienced when it comes to the delivering of good sex—well that may be true but my encounter taught me otherwise.
Experience they have said is the best teacher but we still have older people that take the cake when it comes to stupidity. Gray hair do not connote wisdom, do not drown in denial. Older men would probably spoil you with the artificial sugar thus the material possessions but what is the worth of a tree if it has no roots?.
How would a world without the sweetest nectar even be like—no! I cannot think far.
I decided to share the euphoric feeling that couples sex with one old man that I suddenly found interest in because of the perfect picture he created in my head. This man made me believe that he was a pro when it came to sex and on a scale of 100 he would score 200. I was insistent on seeing what he was made of, I made myself the sacrificial lamb and willingly bended to his will.
If I had the courage I would have baptised myself with burning fuel for allowing myself to endure such disgrace and avoided regret. Like what was I even thinking– what made me even think he could get me to the zenith of orgasm or something even close that? Not that he was a toothless grandpa or had issues with his waist problems that he couldn’t bang.
What am I even saying—there was no penetration or whatsoever and that is not because I did not allow him. He cool not find his way to my sweet pot, and the road to the sanctuary was very clear devoid of any hindrance.  In just blinks of an eye he halted my sexcapades.
I swore never to entertain such disrespect from any old man ever again, sugar daddies or whatever they call themselves. He was all moaning on me whilst mine inner goddess watched in absolute lividity.
The next time you see me frolicking the streets of Accra with one young fellow, do not go judgemental on me. Dude cold be paddling my canoe in ways words could not describe. He simply may be hitting me at the right spots.