I am a wicked, dirty woman. A cougar who happily pursues younger men. These are my deepest, most debauched secrets. Sometimes on a weekend I work to keep my lust at bay. Other times I let my thoughts drift to sex with boys young enough to be my son. There is so much to think about. But having Matt on a Sunday morning leaves me glowing all day. I've not forgotten Adam either, with his huge dick. He is too far away to be a regular. But I have definite plans to have him again -- soon.
I have the sexual energy to fuck every night but that would mean something more permanent. Instead, being a slutty older woman, I find myself looking out for new opportunities. That is how Patrick came to my dirty thoughts as well. He is my youngest at the moment. Me in my late forties and him not yet nineteen years old. It has been thrilling to lure him.
I admit I am depraved. And I would literally die of shame if my friends found out my most closely guarded secret. So I try to imagine that they also have crazy, uninhibited sex lives. At least, that's what I tried to focus on the last time I had lunch with Jill and Kerry.
"What's happening with the new businessman?" I asked Jill.
My friend is a very attractive woman with a long-term boyfriend. But she can never resist temptation and enjoys men from out of town who will buy her nice dinners -- provided they are good in bed as well. She has enjoyed a string of them, all a secret from her boyfriend.
"Oh, him. Gerard... yeah, he was a bust. Promised all the time but I got sick of waiting."
"Maybe its time to try a woman after all," I teased her.
Jill tried to give me a dirty look but I knew she wanted to change the subject.
"That was supposed to be a threesome," she complained. "With one guy... I'm not that interested by myself."
Of course, I have not forgotten her experimentation with me. She has never said anything more about it. Or suggested we should play again. Maybe we went as far as she needed. I will admit that I'm still undecided about lesbian play. But I would be interested if it was to be Jill and one of her lovers.
"So, just the boyfriend?" I asked, changing the subject.
"He is very happy," Jill laughed. "Plenty of action the last few months."
"I've been so horny. Sexual peak is a killer."
Naturally my friends wanted details. So I told them about one man who was interested in me. A lovely body was what I told them. But I stressed that I felt like he already has a girlfriend or wife. To prove I am not a total prude I then went on to describe another, newer interest.
"He is about my height. Very sweet and quiet. But he lives a couple of hours away so we've only really had one night together."
I was describing someone who was a mixture of Patrick and Adam. It was the best I could do since I do not dare let even my closest friends know the truth.
"Did you fuck him?" Jill demanded to know.
"We had some fun," I said, trying to sound coy. "Enough to want more."
I quickly changed the subject to Kerry and her new man -- its been going for months. Which makes me happy for my friend. After much prompting, she finally admitted that she is very satisfied in bed.
"He really likes it... well, from behind. You know... I never really..."
"But sometimes a woman just needs a good humping, doggy-style," explained Jill.
Kerry is quite conservative and I've always respected that she is not adventurous when it comes to sex. But her blushing made it obvious that Jill was right. My friends could tell how much I, too, enjoy a man that way.
Though I'd never tell them about being fucked from behind while having a toy in my bum. Especially since I'd gone to lunch that day with my pink princess plug wedged firmly in my back passage.
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That pink plug nearly got me into trouble recently. I was being daring, or maybe just careless, and wearing it on a day I knew Clayton was coming to my apartment. I ended that fling a long time ago. I was ready to move on and he had a nice girlfriend. For some reason, that girlfriend did not last - which was a shame. I'd trained Clayton to be such a good lover and he quickly found himself a new girl. I had stopped worrying about whether he lusts for me -- a dirty, old cougar.
It was Clayton's mother, my old friend, who'd volunteered him to help me move some heavy furniture in the apartment. I needed extra space for the home office. I rushed home from a meeting and slipped into something more comfy -- a T-shirt and shorts with no underwear. I hadn't forgotten about the plug -- a lovely way to make the meeting more bearable. Once Clayton had done the job I planned on a bath and a nice glass of wine.
I don't believe that women should mind how they dress in front of men. But it was fun to tease him a little. I have not forgotten how much Clayton gets turned-on by my fit, taut body and, especially, my proud C-cup boobs. And he is still my special, sweet Clayton. His pale skin and his red hair. His limbs still thin and round.
He brushed against me and I tried to ignore it -- just an accident. But by the third time I knew he was doing it on purpose. And the stainless steel toy in my bum was rubbing and teasing me every which way I moved.
"Lets focus on the job," I told him, trying to remain calm.
"We can still have fun."
Its not often these days that my sweet Clayton gets so close to me. And I should not have been so horny, since Matthew had screwed me only a few days before. But my new boy, Patrick, had been on my mind.
"You know the answer to that," I said in an effort to stay focused. "And you have a new girlfriend."
"That's never stopped us."
My vag was needy but I was trying to not be slutty.
"I am not an easy lay for you."
