Are older women looking for younger men? As a sexy older woman who knows exactly what I want, I have to say that I’m not looking for younger men. Not that I don’t enjoy them, I most certainly do, I just don’t go looking for them. I don’t have. What I need to do is to keep from tripping over them.

When I’ve asked some of the younger men in my life, both my callers on NiteFlirt and in person, what they like so much about an older woman invariably I get this lovely sigh and/or sappy smile….”everything”. When pinned down to details the ones that pop up the most is that older woman are:

* More Experienced
* At ease with themselves
* Know what they want
* No games.

I have to smile at the no games part, of course I play games with you men, young and old, all the time. I especially love twisting you around my fingers and getting you just where I want you, but you must like it as you keep cumming back for more. And my games are a lot different than the games a twenty something girl would play.

The knowing what I want part has always been part of me, maybe I’m just more at ease with expressing it and taking it now that I’m
an older woman. Taking it from you as my caller or my in person lovers. Seducing you into my bed with a smile and keeping you there as my pet to keep me satisfied. Doesn’t sound like too terrible a punishment does it? Why don’t you call and find out?

For some of you the way you acquire your girlie pretties are a big part of your experience. Some of you get off on the clandestine stealing of someone else’s panties, stockings, etc to wear. Some of you bois love the shopping trip itself. No disguising your purchase as something for a female friend. No, you love the interaction with the sales clerk and the sensual delight of picking out your own pretties. The trip to the lingerie store is a delightful part of your experience.

Then there are those of you who aren’t quite ready to fully embrace your girly selves and find it excruciating to go into a lingerie shop in case the sales clerk gives you a funny look or suspects the pretties you’re buying are for yourself. This is where internet shopping comes in to it’s own! Until you get the courage up to do your shopping in person, or I make you do it and take pictures! You can browse to your little heart’s delight online.

I’ve put together a list of some lingerie shops on my web page, http://pearle13.com Stop by there for the complete list.

Have fun trying things on in the virtual world and if you find something you simply must have, don’t forget to send me a picture of you wearing your new treasure!

Playing with trivia this week and wanted to share.

Krafft-Ebing’s Law states:
The size of the male organ varies inversely
with the size of the vehicle-of-choice.
Therefore, we must conclude that, given their fondness for F-150’s and Suburbans, Texas males have the smallest organs in the United States.

Well I do get a lot of teenie weenie calls from Texas…..

The US has more laws governing sexual behavior than do all countries in Europe combined.

I guess we need more direction.

According to the Kinsey Institute, half of the men raised on farms have had a sexual encounter with an animal.

Anyone care to add to or refute that one?

Last week I posted about Does Size Matter? discussing the average size of a man’s penis. This week I came across this article in the South Florida Gay News reviewing a new fad in T-shirts.

InchWear.net has a line of T-shirts made for those of you who want to advertise to the world how you measure up. Of course, they are a big hit with the frat boys on spring break who deny having an average size penis of course and the 10-inch ruler is their most common design.

Don’t despair my teenie weenie boys, the article says that they are planning on coming out with shirts in the lower number ranges for all you micro minis who like to display your shortcomings to the world.

Order yours soon and send me your photos in your new shirts with the numbers prominently displayed so we can p0st them!

Pearle
Http://pearle13.com
1-800-TO-FLIRT X03-44-653-1
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As a moderator on Ratemypindick.com the questions I see most are “Am I really small?”, “How do I compare?” , “Was she mean to laugh at me?”, etc. My thoughts on men who need this reassurance is discussed in an earlier post, Sissy Bois and Other Strangers. In a nutshell: If you have to ask, it’s too small!

So for you fellows who are constantly needing to know if you measure up and if size matters here are some facts:

The average girth of a penis is, according to a LifeStyle Condoms survey, is 5 inches exactly, with a standard deviation of 0.5 inches. The length tends to be bigger than the girth in most cases. The average length was 5.8 inches.

How do I get the job as the survey taker? Small, small, teenie, small, YUMM, pindick……

Just because you’re average doesn’t mean you measure up! A survey by a sex-toy maker found that women want bigger penises. We want over 8 inches in length and over 7.5 in girth.

I’m sure you’ve seen the ads, the ones that guarantee to add inches to your penis length and girth? The ones that guarantee women will be wild for you? The ones that guarantee that increasing your penis size will make you infallible in bed? They lie.

There is nothing outside of surgery that will increase the size of your dick. It’s there to stay, so get used to being the pindick who never, ever gets the girl. Or if you do, she ends up in giggles before kicking you out of bed.

I have a friend who I only get to see when he’s passing through town on business. He’s my own age and we’ve been friends for many years and always enjoy each other’s company in and out of bed when he visits. I usually pick him up at the train station and maybe go out for a meal depending on the time of day.

The last time he visited I wanted to give him a special treat when I picked him up. True to my public personna, I appeared perfectly respectable in my long wool coat, stockings and heels and of course, my pearls. It wasn’t until we were standing by my car at the end of the parking lot that I opened my coat and showed him just how improperly dressed, or should I say undressed, I was. Just my stockings and pearls.