I would love to work out an RP with you. I'm 32 and have a wide variety of kinks, age difference being one. :) Did you have a specific scenario in mind? Dominant, submissive, in between?
Here's a sample of my writing, just to give you a good idea of how I write. This was to set up a specific scene, I don't control my partner's character normally.
I opened and closed my jaw hoping to ease the pain emanating from the joint on my left side, but only succeeding in increasing the pain. My thoughts were still reeling - trying to regain my sense of balance after being spun like a top. I tightly squeezed my eyes shut, shook my head, and took a deep breath in. My frustrated exhale was disguised by the sound of my Mazdaspeed 3's engine turning over. The tires chirped as I popped the clutch - my brain trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened - to haul ass from the parking lot.
~~~ "So, Doc, how's it feel to finally be starting your private practice?" Krystean's voice was full of excitement and joy - even though she half-heartedly masked it behind a mocking tone.
"It took me forever, right?!" I deadpanned. "Seriously though, it feels fucking fantastic." I took a sip of my Evan Williams - their single barrel bourbon aged 7 years to be exact - and smiled widely. She knew damn well that - even though it wasn't anything that hasn't been done before - it was a big accomplishment.
"Jesus Christ... you're gonna be insufferable now, aren't you? Need I remind you I'll have my Bachelor's degree in about a semester and a half? So I'll be what? Three or four years younger than you when you got yours?" Her tone was frolicsome but she knew it would still be a tad hurtful and humiliating for me.
"Oh fuck you, Krystean," I took a large sip of my bourbon and propelled a look her way which she would understand. The girl knew all my buttons, even though she tended to take things too far sometimes, and she kept my ego in check very effectively. This amassed for her a vast appreciation and deep admiration from me.
"Okay children, play nice." Ty refereed us as he got back to the table with a tray full of tequila shots. He passed them out to our friends while slightly scolding her, "This is his night tonight Krystean; your night was last weekend when we all got schnockered for your 21st." The comment earned a sneer from her but he just chuckled. "Raise your shots for the man of the hour, Dr. Ryan Griffin, who's officially opening his private practice on Monday!"
All my friends raised their shot glasses, "Cheers!" then tapped them against the table and threw them back. There were quite a few growls and grunts of distaste around the table but Krystean and I just stared at each other from across the table, smiling through our barely distorted faces. We were always trying to prove who could handle liquor better. ~~~
*When I met her she was just a freshman in college - her first semester even. I got stuck teaching an Intro to Psychology course but it ended up being the best thing that happened to me. She came into my office quite often just to talk about Psychology; it wasn't her major but she was fascinated by it. The regular talks and emails revealed to me her intelligence and warm personality. Aside from her that class was the worst I have ever taught - and she made it all worth it. When I first started getting emails from her after the semester had ended I got a little worried; that worry has long since faded and we've been best friends for years now.
About six months ago is when I realized I cared for her as much more than just a best friend. Try as I might, I just couldn't fight it. The twelve year age difference did nothing to deter me, so I just tried to convince myself that she was way out of my league and... eventually... I believed it.*
~~~ The sound of our friends beginning to feel drunk felt distant as Krystean and I, leaning over the rail of the balcony, silently gazed at the wonderful view in front of us while we waited on our food. The sun had gone into hiding behind the mountains; the sky had taken on a hue of orange and red - as if the small number of clouds in the sky were on fire. The colors paired well with the fall foliage that peppered the valley below us and blanketed the mountains around it. A blue shimmer from the small lake completed the picture perfect scene.
She gently interrupted the long silence, "Isn't this the most beautiful sunset you've ever seen?" My eyes were drawn into hers as we turned our heads to smile at one another. "I mean seriously, we've watched a lot of sunsets together here - none of them come close to this one, Ryan."
She wasn't wrong. It was probably the greatest sunset in who knows how long. I realized something though, and before I knew it I was acting on it. "You're right, Krystean, I'm not sure many people have been so lucky to absorb such a beautiful sunset. In fact, beautiful barely seems to do it justice. And yet, it still pales in comparison to you," I swallowed hard as her face flushed almost imperceptibly.
She smiled and elbowed me before standing and turning in my direction; I followed suit. "Oh shut up, you perverted old man." Her eyes sparkled - a giggle escaping her throat.
"No way. Not this time. No deflecting it with humor. Simply because it's cheesy and cliche doesn't mean it's not true. I'm not simply talking about your physical beauty either," I scanned her up and down - purely for effect, "Though you have plenty of that as well. It's your inner beauty I can't escape; your caring and compassionate nature is one of the best I've ever seen. You're passionate about everything you do, and exhibit a wondrous intelligence in those pursuits." I take a small step closer to her, "I mean, look... You knew I was going to come here dressed nicely, so you did the same, unlike the rest of our friends. Just as I did for you last week. It's the small things like that in which you display your vast beauty."
She punched me playfully - but firmly - in the chest, "Okay, okay. Stop Ryan. I get it. Tha-"
"No. I don't think you do," I tenderly grasped the side of her arm, "Krystean... I'm trying to tell you I love you." I made sure to make the tone of my voice as tender and affectionate as possible.
But her face turned pale; the butterflies I didn't even realize were there were fluttering in a panic. Her eyes scrunched a little and seemed to be full of panic; and that's when I realized her arm was coming towards me - too late to react to it - and her fist crashed into my jaw. My head careened to the side and forced my body to follow and hunch over slightly. The distinct taste of blood registered with my foggy mind and I instinctively spat at the ground.
The balcony abruptly became silent but my head was ringing. My jaw felt sore - but it was my heart that felt like it had been punched. I saw my glass, once held in my hand, shattered on the deck. I blinked a few times as I stood back up, gathering my composure. I searched for Krystean's eyes but as soon as I found them she quickly turned to run inside. I licked up the blood that was starting to trickle from my lip as I watched her run as fast as her pencil skirt allowed - the sound of her heels connecting with the wooden planks echoing as each step seemed to further crush my heart. Ty and his girlfriend, Lena, began to stand but I motioned for them to stay put. She gave me a dirty look but Ty made sure she respected my wishes. I headed inside to find her and ask why the hell she just punched me.
I saw her inside just as the bartender was setting down two shots in front of her. She was just finishing the second one when I made it to her. "Krystean, what's wrong?" I grabbed a napkin to clean my bloody lip.
"Don't talk to me. Go tell Ty and Lena I wanna leave," she choked through her words and ordered two more shots.
"I'm not going to do that, Krystean." I placed a fifty on the bar, "Please give those shots to someone else Don. She doesn't need them."
"What the fuck, Ry-"
"Every one of our friends have gotten drunk by this point. I'm not letting one of them take you home. I'm also not going to let you take a taxi, because I know you'll just go to another bar. You and I both know damn well what happens if you drink when you're as upset as you clearly are now. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but I'm dropping you off at home. Hate me if you want but I'm going to make sure you're safe."
She spun around to escape to the bathroom but I grabbed her wrist as gently as I could while still preventing her from walking away. "Look at me Krystean. I'm dead serious."
She ripped her arm away from me, "FINE! Just shut the FUCK up." The vice crushing my heart tightened as I followed her out to my car. ~~~
You've been staring out the window since we got in the car and your phone has been ringing since we've been on the interstate. "Lena isn't going to stop calling until you answer," my voice was overflowing with pain and frustration. You simply glare at me, briefly, before looking back out the window. "Oh come on, you can at least brag to her about your badass right hook!" I can't tell, of course, but I'm almost certain that provoked a smirk from you.
I forcefully exhale my frustration, after which I decide to swing into the shoulder and slam on the brakes. I slap the hazard lights button, throw the stick to neutral, and angrily yank the parking brake up. "Okay. Talk to me. Shut that damn phone off and tell me what I did wrong. Don't think I can't see how hurt you are under all that anger. Why the fuck are you so upset with me?! Is it truly so terrible that I love you?"