It was never my plan, but after having lots and lots of young men hit on me online (here and elsewhere) I succumbed to temptation and had my way with some of them. Or maybe it was that they had their way with me. Some hot fun, I assure you. I do enjoy a hard young body and even more a hard young cock, especially when they can stay hard for long periods of time and even better get hard again a short time after cumming. Don't get me wrong, I still want a long term relationship with an age appropriate man, but until that comes along, I intend to have some fun (safe fun of course.)

There are down sides to being with younger men though. Not so much the lack of shared history... I never ran with the pack anyway, always a bit of a lone wolf so I don't necessarily share history with men my age either. Not lack of conversation- I live in a college town and the young men I have been with have been top caliber intellects with good senses of humor. The problem is that these young guys have friends and they don't want their friends to see them with me. It would be embaressing, if any of those friends caught on to what was going on. So it has to be discrete, sort of like cheating with someone who is in a relationship (which I never knowingly do.)

Biggest problem is when first meeting these guys. I always choose to meet in public first, for safety and so that we can assess each other before proceeding to the bedroom. In fact, I usually make them wait for our second meeting if I do choose to be intimate, and that often means they have second thoughts (something that rarely happens if you just meet in private and get naked right away.)

I was supposed to meet a young man last night. I was fifteen minutes late but called to tell him that I was almost there- it went straight to the answering machine. I looked around when I arrived at my destination but the place was basically full of young men who looked a lot like the one photo he had sent me. I'm pretty sure I was the only fat middle aged woman there so I figured that having cruised through he would come to me if I sat alone. Nope. Eventually (after trying to call him again) I left. One guy seemed to kind of make eye contact with me as I left. It might have been him, in a big group of people. No way was I going to approach him there and it occurred to me that if some of his friends had been in that bar where he was supposed to meet me, he would have had a hard time breaking away to join me.

Lesson learned? Well, some might say I should just give up on these young jerks. I see the bigger picture. I LIKE hot sex with young men. They are the ones who approach me, not the other way around (usually.) As the cougar, I need to orchestrate things in such a way that they don't get spooked and run away like Bambi into the woods. So from now on we meet in places where mostly old folks go, not bars full of the young and the hip. Do people even say hip anymore? Wonder if it will work. Now if someone could just tell me where old people go I will be set. Hey maybe I would even find an age appropriate guy if I know that tidbit of information.