Enjoy the first installment of this string: The Cougar Meets Her Sommelier
At Last The Delicious Begins, Angel's Self Pleasure Ritual
"Are there any other questions?" I surveyed the room secretly hoping the answer would be NO! Dang, three new hands waved at me insistently from the crowd. Smiling distractedly and painfully aware of the pinched toes in my expensive stilettos, I pointed to the blonde cruise director in the third row.
"Hi Angel, I am Birgit with Duchess Cruise Line, I am curious about how you tied your Turn On Game to Cruise Travel in the first place." I glanced at my watch to see I still had a lot of time left in the scheduled session, so I re-focused and turned my mind back to work.
"It all started at the Pet Cemetery," I laughed watching the faces of the people in front of me. I always got the same reaction..."Say, what?" I told my favorite story once again to the laughter and delight of my audience. "I call myself an Accidental Cougar, I never expected that young guy repairing the decaying old buildings in at the pet cemetery would change my life forever..."
Once again I was flooded with people at the end of the session signing up to get details on The Turn On Game. I had another sign up list for Cruise Directors who wanted to play the game on board with the Singles Groups on their ships.
When the stragglers finally drifted out of the room. I pulled together all of the important meeting notes and resources and stuffed them into my bag along with my stilettos and hurried back to my room in bare feet. I knew what I needed and I knew what to do to make it happen.
I texted my assistant and asked for the usual to be delivered to my room. A bottle of bubbly, pineapple juice, a cheese and meat platter and strawberries would be waiting for me. Starving, in more ways than one, I made a beeline for my private party, ignoring people reaching for my attention.
"I will be available at 9 am tomorrow in the Mariposa Lounge for questions." I said again and again as I passed people in the convention center. When I closed the hotel door behind me, I rested against it, letting my full weight lean into the closed door.
"Yes." I breathed to myself as relief washed over me. How I loved the feeling of a closed door behind me. How I rejoiced in me time... an escape from my professional self. Sigh.
Finally downshifting, I poured a mimosa and went out start my bath. The outdoor tub was secluded in a corner of the deck, surrounded by pots of flowers. The thought that I might be seen soaking sent a shiver of delight down my spine and into my lady bits. I poured in my private blend of erotic essential oils and the aroma hitting my nose sent electric tingles up my spine. Mmmmmm. Me and me celebrating Turn On.
Unbuttoning my suit jacket, it felt like it weighed hundreds of pounds as I slipped it off my shoulders and let it hit the floor, I felt elevated...freed of all of it. Absentmindedly, I unbuttoned my silk blouse. Standing in front of the mirror I smiled. Seeing a peek of the sky blue lingerie I felt hot. Very hot.
I loved the feeling of "shedding" my work self at the end of the day. I loved how concrete it was to "take off" my work self these days. Even better, I loved how my pleasure was mine. Cubs are great. Don't get me wrong. That's why I teach Turn On, but Cubs are not the only way to have fun. Not even close.
I laid out the red lingerie and pearls for after my bath...
It wasn't easy to manage my Turn On at first. Especially after being turned off for so many years. Meeting the hot pet cemetery guy started it all those years ago. Reawakened, at first I thought it was HIM. I thought my body needed him to turn me on. I was confused.
When he came on to me, I was in the middle of an ugly divorce and my soon-to-be-ex had no attraction for me for years. I got used to living without sex. I mean I enjoyed romance novels and sappy Hallmark movies, but I had no access to good sex of any kind, for years. I actually thought I was fine without it. I doubted the pet cemetery at first. I sincerely did not see how a younger would be attracted to me.
That makes me roar with laughter now but another part of me knows this is not so funny. One out of seven women will never have an orgasm. Imagine that. Research reports that possibly up to 25% of women have painful intercourse, and many of them never ask for help. How lucky was I to have a man take so much time to please and pleasure me into a puddle of delight...again and again?
Not only is pleasure completely unknown to countless of my sisters over 50, think of how many are in pain pretending they are enjoying the efforts of their eager lovers? I faked it for years just to get sex over with. I never put "sex" and "fun" into the same sentence until I was over 60.
My first younger partner had mad skills and he was determined to please me. He pushed my pleasure limits beyond anything I ever knew possible. It took time to wear down years of religious and cultural programming that held my Turn On in an inner prison, out of my reach. Little did I know the challenges ahead for me.
The problem? After we made out in the backseat of his car that first time for an hour of delicious, he disappeared. For six weeks. WTF? It was my first friend with benefits and for all I knew, this is how it worked. Once sex was woken up in me, it felt like a geyser of energy inside of me. I didn't know if or when I would see him again, so I had to figure out what to do with all that sex energy.
Writing erotic fantasies about him and his job. I wrote the distance between us into the story line and lo and behold, we had a great friends with benefits relationship for three years. It was just sex. We were compatible, we enjoyed each other physically and that is where it ended. No texting. No sexting. No phone calls. Just sex. And it worked for me. I was shocked. As an ex catholic, former long time bible study teacher, I had a fulfilling long term casual sex arrangement. WTF?
That hot young guy woke me up for sure and I felt a surge of hunger for sexual energy that needed attention. It wasn't like raging horniness, no, when the energy opened up for me, it was showing up as agitation and anxiety. I didn't know how to handle the intensity flowing through me. I definitely wanted more sex, but finding it safely was the problem.
I had no problem meeting younger men, I just couldn't find a way to connect. "You can't start a Bugatti in fifth gear." I teased again and again but to no avail. The pet cemetery guy took a lot of time to tease me at first, he never sent a dick pic. He never asked for sex. Ever. He teased.
Unwilling to ask for directions, the beautiful younger guys who were so hot for me were unable to melt me. Where does a guy learn basic seduction skills? How does a sexually evolving, single 60 something, nice girl grown up, find sexual pleasure safely? How did the pet cemetery guy get so good at turn on?
Fast forward to today, between writing erotica and training players in the Turn On Game, my solo sex rituals were keeping my tanks filled regularly and deliciously. I am singular and have no desire to be anyone's girl. I know how to take care of myself and solo sex is always safest.
That was until Nando stepped in and interrupted my neatly organized work and sex life. I was spinning. Just like the guy at the pet cemetery all those years ago, I wanted him. I knew absolutely nothing about him and I didn't care. The attraction was trying to overpower my normal guardedness. "I want him and I want him now." One part of me said. "No. Not now. Not him." Another side of me pressed.
"Fuck the warning." I pouted to myself inside. "I want him."
"And perhaps you shall have him." Came the next thought.
"Yes, perhaps I shall." The next thought followed quickly. "I could if I wanted."