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 woodys. 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. Its 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 don’t. 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) lets get off that subject because we were talking about how
I 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...
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