You can call me Belinda.
That's not my name, but you don't get to know the real me. You don't want to know the real me. Trust me on this one. She's boring.
You want Belinda. She's the sexiest slut you'll ever meet. She loves sex and can't get enough of it. She loves being dominated and humiliated. The dirtier, the better. I created her. She becomes everything I've always wanted or feared. She becomes the dirty girl of my dreams. And I'm digging the dirty these days.
It started a few months back when I caught my friend Shauna fucking around on her husband. She doesn't know that I watched her drop her pussy on a stranger's face in the Rec Center yoga studio. She'd freak out if she knew that I got off three times while watching her that morning. She inspired me. So I released my dear old friend, Belinda. She used to rock the campus, back in the day. When I 'grew up', I put her in a box and sealed her away. I never dreamed she'd be back. Especially now.
I'm pushing 60. That's pretty fucking old to some folks, but to see me, you'd swear I'm in my 40's. I'm clinging to that with every ounce of my fiber. That means daily workouts and beauty treatments up the ass. That means being up on the latest trends and dressing like I care about what other's think. And lately, it also means regular cum injections. I like to think that young men's semen infuses me with youth and vitality. I certainly shine like a fucking diamond in the afterglow.
I've been banging a University student. He calls me a Jaguar. He says I'm older than a cougar because they usually have young kids and mine are all grown. It makes me uncomfortable when he reminds me that he attends school with my son, but I let it slide. If you want to fuck around with the 20-somethings, you have to let a lot slide these days.
This hot Jaguar gets her share of attention. And that's the best revenge I can offer to lay at Rick's doorstep. He walked out of my life last year. I've barely heard from him since. After decades of marriage. He doesn't deserve any portion of my story, but suffice to say, he did me a favor. My health was sliding and I wasn't taking the best care of myself last year. I had a lot of shit to deal with and I needed time to get it together. When he decided he didn't want to wait for that to happen, I vowed to make him regret that decision. I worked my ass off to carve out the hottest ass in the region. I devote everything to my image and it is paying off in spades.
And I am reaching new thresholds in sexual exploration constantly. I'm living Bimbo Belinda's fantasy life. And the best part is, this new generation absolutely loves older gals! It's like shooting fish in a barrel. Tinder makes it easier than I could have dreamed. But I still enjoy hunting in the wild. And arranging my own parties, like the one I'm heading to right now.
Adam, the University student I'm banging, insisted on having the party at his dorm room. Even though I have a beautiful spacious house, he said its more convenient for his bros to party at his pad. That made me a little nervous, because "I" am the party. I wanted a gang bang and Adam promised to deliver one. The only parameter I insisted on was having a safe word in play. I needed an out if it got too intense. Out of pure hilarity, I use the safe word I stole from my friend, 'Rudy Giuliani'. I'm always tempted to use it, chiefly for the laughs, but I rarely ever want to interrupt the pleasure. The best safe words are the ones you never have to utter.
I pull into the visitor parking of the University dormitories. I crack my car door and recoil from the onslaught of heat rushing in to assault my air conditioned environment. It's a hot one. I'm wearing a low cut red halter top, creamy short-shorts and the cutest pink pumps you've ever seen. I'm dressed to kill with an ever more dangerous body underneath.
A car pulls in next to me. A mother twenty years my junior gets out, followed by a tall young man who's obviously her son. I gawk openly at him. He looks to be nearly seven feet tall.
"It's always hard saying goodbye to your babies," she says with a knowing smile. I realize she's talking to me.
"Oh, yes. Very hard. But my, your son is about the tallest boy I've ever seen."
"My Alex is going to be the star of the basketball team, you mark my words." She appears to be wasting time, perhaps nervous to say goodbye to her son. She milks every moment even as Alex stands by awkwardly. I catch him checking out my giant knockers. His mother is oblivious.
"So, are you here to see a grandchild?"
Whatever affinity I have towards this woman dries up immediately. Bitch, please?
"Oh," I feign laughter, "I'm here to see a friend."
"Oh how nice," she says. I now discern the disingenuous thread in her tone. She's fake. And she cut me with the ageist comment. I don't give her a second chance.
"Very nice," I shoot her an equally syrupy smile. I turn to Alex. "Good luck with the season, big guy. I'll be rooting for you." I shoot him a look that makes him blush. It's something that even oblivious Mama bear would notice, so before she can comment, I'm off and away.
In the elevator on the way to the 11th floor, I fume. Grandmother? Where does she get off! I'd like to see an old lady do what I'm about to do. And just as quickly, my mind returns to the moment. Or, more precisely, my immediate future. I realize my body is stages ahead of my brain as I register dampness. I squirm as the clunky elevator ascends the shaft. My mouth waters and I ache to be touched.
This is what I've been waiting for all day. I need to get fucked in the worst way. I refrained from touching myself all morning, and that's a feat I rarely accomplish. I'm bursting with sexual energy. These college kids won't know what hit them.
Adam swings open the door and ushers me inside. I suspect he's afraid I'll change my mind and run away. Or he's afraid of me being seen walking into his dorm room. I giggle at the urgency. It's adorable.
"I can't believe you came!" he whispers. "I was afraid you'd chicken out and bail."