Oh I have had many a DILF fantasy in my time. Interestingly, when I had a friendship with an older (married, and a father) man when I was in my youth, I definitely didn’t want to have sex with him. Looking back, it is obvious that he tried to engineer the situation so that it would become sexual, but never did. We used to play squash and would hit the showers together. I did get to see his penis, which fascinated me because it was enormous, even though I only saw it flaccid. He had a long thick dangling shaft and a large juicy purple helmet. Nowadays I will fantasise about being a younger man again and being befriended by a DILF and it leading to all kinds of initiations, but he is not based on that guy from my past experience. Looking back, I realise that he was, on the one hand tormented by unfulfilled longing for intimacy with males, and deserves compassion for that, and on the other, he was using his power and wealth to manipulate me (and others) with the intention of getting into our pants, and that’s not okay. But then it was the 1970s and things were very different back then. Nothing was in the open, everything was masked and denied. The “shameful” longing that we both felt had to be hidden and dissembled. It took most of my life before I became true to myself; he never did. Amar Rama
