A special thank you goes to Volunteer Editor, Pete_L, for helping me with this piece. XOX
I've been thinking about you.
My days are lately spent reveling in a fantasy of you grabbing my ample hips and thrusting me into ecstasy.
Oh I don't know why, exactly, it's not like I really know you. I only met you once or twice while you were helping around the house, but you were so hot with your dark hair and bedroom eyes. Damn it. Why can't I get you off my mind? I have this insatiable need to feel your mouth on my nipples. I want to feel your teeth and tongue graze over them playfully, then hungrily suck at them as though your very life depended on what they could provide.
It has to be hormones. Something happens to a woman when she reaches a certain age. Something undeniably wicked takes over. It's like a switch gets flipped, and nothing short of round-the-clock, wild monkey sex satisfies the ache that resides where previously there was none.
It's maddening, if you ask me. It's not as if I don't have other things to do. For whatever reason though, I just want you to fuck me. Not make love mind you, I said "fuck" and all the dirty things you think of when you say that word. I just want to spread my legs wide and have you explore all that my lusciousness offers, to show you how wet and ready this cougar is.
Cougar? Did I just call myself a cougar? Ha ha! More like a mother bear (minus the hair, of course!) Cougar implies lithe, skinny and perhaps a bit artificial. There is nothing artificial about this big, beautiful woman who just wants to be bent over and fucked.