‘We quickly became firm friends, and, eventually, our relationship became romantic’ (Picture: Em Flint/Myles Goode)

Welcome to How I Do It, the series in which we give you a seven-day sneak peek into the sex life of a stranger.

This week, we hear from 32-year-old freelance journalist and editor, Em Flint.

Em is in a long-term age-gap relationship with a man called Michael, who’s 65, making him 33 years her senior.

She loves ‘how open and honest’ their sex life is, and describes him as ‘spontaneous, tender, loving, dominant, confident, and sexy’.

‘But above all, he’s invested in my pleasure in a way no one else has been before,’ she says.

Em, who uses she/her and they/them pronouns, is abrosexual, which means they have a fluid sexuality. Typically, people who are abrosexual find that who they are attracted to – and the intensity of that attraction – can shift and fluctuate.

Em and Michael first met each other when they were neighbours, with Em recalling: ‘He lived across the road from me and my then partner.

‘We quickly became firm friends, and, eventually, our relationship became romantic.’

Thankfully, their relationship was accepted by the people closest to them.

‘It was a messy way to fall in love with someone, but I don’t regret it because I’m genuinely the happiest I’ve ever been.’

Em adds: ‘Having spent most of my adult life engaging with mainly p-in-v sex and often feeling underwhelmed by the end result, I enjoy having such a varied sex life now.’

Without any further ado, here’s how they got on this week…

Monday

I was recovering from a health scare, which was exacerbated by my anxiety, so I was nervous to be intimate for fear of triggering it again. 

So, instead of sex, we spent a lot of time just in each other’s arms, feeling our bodies pressed against each other. 

The sexual tension between us naturally built up, but our pace was slow… explorative.

It was simply about being together rather than having to do anything overtly sexual.

Tuesday

From the moment I woke up, I knew I wanted to have sex. I was just in that sultry bubble of not really being able to think about anything else. 

I teased Michael throughout the day, the two of us winding each other up with light kisses and gentle touches – we both knew we couldn’t keep it up forever, but I wanted to see which one of us would break first. It was me.

We started to make out on the sofa that evening, with some random show playing on the TV in the background, before we took it to the floor of our living room. Michael laid down a duvet and undressed me between breathless kisses. I felt almost feral, and I’m not ashamed to say it. I needed him so damn much, I couldn’t think of anything else.

After my first orgasm, I knew I’d need a toy if I was to orgasm again. Michael went upstairs to get my mini wand, which he then used on me to bring me to my second, more intense orgasm.

The medication Michael takes can make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, so we often incorporate sex toys, fingers and oral in our bedroom activities.

‘One of my favourite things is to cuddle Michael whilst we’re both naked’ (Picture: Em Flint)

Wednesday

As amazing as last night was, I wasn’t sated, nor was Michael. The intention was to go to bed, as normal, and get an early night because Michael needed to be up early for work… but that didn’t happen.

I waited for Michael to come back from the bathroom, sitting on the edge of our bed, completely naked. He grinned when he walked in because he knew what I had in mind. 

He lay me back on the bed, kissing and sucking my nipples, my legs slowly wrapping around him. We stayed like that for several minutes, before Michael reached for a condom and put it on; normally we have a lot more foreplay than that, but tonight we were both on the same page and wanted to skip ahead. I was turned on more than enough, but lube was on hand just in case.

Before long, we switched to doggy style, with Michael’s hands firmly gripping my hips as he thrust. It felt incredible. We then changed things up so that I was on my back, and Michael was kneeling beside me – I come the hardest from fingering, so he focused on using his hands.

I came twice, my legs shaking uncontrollably as I did. I shook so much I still blush thinking about it now. After just lying in that post-orgasm glow, we just held each other until we fell asleep.

Thursday

Today was more about caressing and touch, with the two of us feeling too tired for sex when we went to bed. 

Not that I minded – one of my favourite things is to cuddle Michael whilst we’re both naked.

It feels so secure, so tender and loving; I could spend hours doing it, especially when he plants kisses on my forehead.

Friday

I can’t remember what we were watching, but it mentioned spanking, and I flashed Michael a grin, to which he responded by cocking his eyebrow at me. 

I became more bratty, trying to provoke him into spanking me, and, fortunately, he knew my ploy all too well. He soon bent me over on the sofa, pulled down my joggers, and spanked me several times.

Giggling, I told him we needed to go to the bed, the two of us rushing around to make sure everything was locked up before we did so. Once there, Michael lifted me up and threw me onto the bed, then he opened up the wardrobe to reach for the riding crop. Michael might be in his 60s, but he never has any trouble throwing me around.

He told me to undress, which I did, and then to come to the edge of the bed on my front, so I could give him a blowjob. All the while I was doing it, he kept using the crop, that thwack getting slightly harder each time. 

When Michael got close to coming, I stopped, so he could come anywhere he wanted on my body; tonight he chose my boobs. Seeing him right as he orgasms, with his eyes locked on me, is a special kind of rush that has me tingling just thinking about it.

Saturday

As so often happens with my moods, I wasn’t feeling great about myself today, and didn’t really feel like any kind of sexual intimacy. 

I wanted cuddles and to feel safe, rather than anything else.

Sunday

Today was about me and the pleasure I could give myself. 

I wasn’t particularly turned on, but I felt a build-up of tension that needed to be released, so I masturbated. 

As much as I love self-pleasure, sometimes it’s just about the orgasm for me, and letting go of the tension I’ve held in my body.

It wasn’t a special or particularly earth-shattering orgasm, but I mentally felt better for it.

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‘We quickly became firm friends, and, eventually, our relationship became romantic.’