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How I became a Wild Cougar
Hello, I’m Jaqui and I’m a Cougar. Welcome to Cougars Anonymous.

Ha! Jaqui’s not my real name and I’m not ashamed of being a cougar. But I’m not telling my real name. Why? Well that’s none of your beeswax. Just call me Jaqui. Pronounced Jakee. Okaaay?

I’m 41 in 2010, the year of our Lord. Oh dang, shouldn’t be mentioning Him since the first thing I’m gonna tell you about myself is that I like to fuck young men. Always have, I think I always will. Back in my twenties and early thirties, I was eyeing the teenagers with their wild, hungry eyes, brand new raging hormones and Weeble woodies. Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down. I used to think that was a problem, that I was some sort of pedophile. But I don’t anymore. I know what it was that attracted me. It was that raw male energy, all shiny and new. It's what I like about the twenty something men now. Men my age seem to lose some of that. They slow down and get comfortable and predictable and they don’t want to fuck as much. Some older guys say they do, and that they are just as energetic. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been with a man over 32. For real. I just don’t get all hot and sweaty with a guy my age. Don’t know why, I just don’t. I don’t have father issues. I have a great dad. He’s all daddy-like. Big, and manly. Good provider, stable, dependable and all. Sooo, (weirdness) let's get off that subject because we were talking about howI like to phuck.

Phew! I need a new paragraph.

I didn’t always have this big sex drive. You know, wanting it every day, at all times of the day and night. It happened all of a sudden.

It all started on a tropical island.......Dramatic music plays and you see Mr. Roark in his white suit and Tattoo yells, ‘The Plane! The Plane! There I go dating myself...

So I went to the Caribbean. Oh, the men on this island. Oh! The music was playing and the alcohol was flowing and they were smiling at me with their white teeth and their pretty accents and those tight round butts in those white resort pants. Oh! Well I hadn’t had any in over a year. My husband walked out after we came to a semi-amiable agreement that we shouldn’t be married any more. I won’t go into it. Maybe later, not now. Back to the tropical island. Oh! The beautiful tropical men!

Ok. So my girlfriend who went with me and who happens to also be from this tropical island introduced me to one of the beautiful men. We hit it off right away and his conversation was so intoxicating, never mind that I was already intoxicated. He was such a good conversationalist, he talked my panties right off! The sex was just so-so, but something happened, it was like someone hit the circuit breaker on my dead libido. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I felt like I was falling in love with him and with every man on the resort. I was confused and a little frightened. I later found out that they were feeding us drinks mixed with ancient aphrodisiacs. But never mind about that, after I got home, horny must have stowed away in my bag because it came home with me.

When I got home, I woke up horny. I went to bed horny. I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner horny. The sun was brighter, the birds chirped louder and I suddenly noticed all the nice butts, biceps, beards and mustaches framing luscious lips, deep voices, big hands (and feet), the smiles and shining eyes of young men all around me who were just brimming with that raw male energy. I had been starving and suddenly found myself in the middle of a buffet. I was gonna eat and eat and eat.

Urp! ‘scuse me, I’m still eating.

The buffet of young men who want older women is huge. I don’t see the end of it yet. I’ve discovered Craigslist. I put an ad on the “casual encounters” section and I got literally hundreds of emails from young horny men. I picked out the best ones and auditioned them. Good thing I work out regularly. When I’m done with them, I go back to the buffet table (Craigslist) for another serving.

I don’t like to brag, but I look very good for my age. People are usually shocked when I tell them. They usually put me in late twenties early thirties. It could help that I don’t have kids. So you won’t be hearing about any baby sitter difficulties or "Whoops, little Johnnie caught Mommy with the mailman" stories.

Which is why I’m not a MILF. I don’t like that term because it comes from a man’s perspective. This is my horny world, and the men are squirrels looking for a nut. I am a proud cougar. I don’t frequent bars looking for “prey” in a silly 21 year-old hoochie outfit. I really don’t have to do much but look sexy, know what I want and be bold about saying it. I am loose and shameless. The true meaning of loose is unbound. I am no longer bound by the conventional ideas about how women should behave. I am shameless. There is no reason I should be ashamed. I am harming no one. In fact, I am bringing more pleasure to the world. Most importantly to myself.

So, my name is Jaqui and I like to fuck young men and I’m going to do it as much as I want and tell you all about it. Well, I’m not gonna tell you ALL the details. You have to use your imagination. The names will be changed to protect the innocent. ;)

My stories are 95% true. I just change names, places and a few details to make them more fun to read.

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