On the way back from that tropical island I was horny like a bitch in heat. I was at the connecting airport, eating some fast food with my tropical island native friend. I told her about my condition and she suggested I should get a “Tuesday man”. I said “ a WHAT?”.
She told me she had a Tuesday man and a Sunday man. I was incredulous. She explained that she had two men who she maintained as regular fuck buddies. I couldn’t imagine how she could get two. Not that she was unattractive, but its complex to set that up with one guy, I couldn’t imagine how you could do that with two. How would you find them? Then she told me about Craigslist. She said that she’d placed an ad in the casual encounters section. That’s the section for people who want sex, no strings attached. Fuck buddy classifieds. Friend with benefits, booty call, lover, partner (for bumping uglies).
I think I have a cop fetish. Pussy gets wet everytime I think about doing a cop. I’ve had two cops so far and I’m thinking about starting a collection.
The first time was a guy I met from craigslist. He had a nice picture but he was waaaaaay sexier in person, believe it or not. He was 26 and new in town from Philadelphia. I love the newbies! He’d just gotten a job as a police officer eight months earlier and didn’t know many people. I met him at starbucks and he was, get this, shy! Ok, so this hot muscular guy who happens to be a cop is in Starbucks with me and he knows I want to get naked with him, because I tell him right away. And he blushes! He was about my height, light brown skin, pretty curly hair and a mustache. Oh, did I say big muscles? Read more
Met Darius on Craigslist. He was 26, I didn’t pick him out of the emails at first, there was something about his pic. I put it aside and went through the other lookers. Not to say he wasn’t attractive. He was. Tall, dark chocolate, bald and nice muscles. But his face seemed blank. I couldn’t put my finger on it. So after I went through the others and came up empty I sent him an email. He was an accountant, working for a large firm in the city. He was new in town and studying for CPA exams.
After I kinda struck out with the guys I met from the first ad I put on Craigslist, except Darius, who was kinda off and on, I decided to try again and place a second ad. It was exactly the same as the first. I got a couple hundred responses and one of them came with a picture that was a little hard to believe.
Back when I was a Puma in my thirties, I was into the twenty something men. I haven’t stopped with that nonsense because it makes all the sense in the world to me. I like men like my coffee, fresh, hot, sweet, and different shades of brown, depending on my mood. I loved to dance at clubs (still do). Read more
The second time I scored a cop was a day I was so horny I could bite through steel. Darius, the Dark Adonis was not answering my text messages and I didn’t feel like meeting someone new. I went on Facebook to waste some time and saw the picture of a a friend of mine who I’d always been attracted to. Mark. Read more
After I had my great romp with Mark and it didn’t look like Darius was going to be reliable, I placed another ad. These fuck buddies are hard to keep. You’d think it would be easier. I went into this thinking it was simple. You find a hot guy that wants to fuck, no strings attached. You get to know each other, have some naked fun. Have some fun with your clothes on. It goes on until somebody moves out of town or finds a serious boyfriend or girlfriend. Easy, right? I wanted to fuck at least twice a week. I didn’t think that was too much to ask.
So I go through my old Craigslist emails looking for an alternate to keep me from falling for Dominic and happen upon on a guy who calls him self El Cubano. The Cuban. He didn’t send a picture so I passed on him and picked some other guys and ended up with Dominic. When you have over 100 emails to go through, you gotta make snap decisions. But since I was doing a second sweep, I asked him to send me a photo. The pic he sent me was steaming hot. I mean capital H, O-mygoodness double t, HOTT. He had nice, smooth toasty brown skin. His picture showed him shirtless with really nice chest and arms, cut abs. His sweats were pulled down just enough so I could see that area right above the ummmm. Shaved. Nice. I’ll call him Claudio.
Claudio, the Cuban keeps texting. And texting and texting. No sex yet. Pussy is getting bored with it. The last time he talked about coming over, I was like “sure, whatever”. He was disappointed. He wanted me to get excited about seeing him. He wanted me to text sexy messages to get him warmed up. What the hell?
Right now I am now so horny, I am starting to lose it. Really. I have to get some emergency dick. Stat! Last time that happened was right before I hooked up with Mark (cop#2). It was like I was missing some important neurotransmitters. Serotonin or dopamine or something. All I know is I got a “happy” rush after Mark. I could literally feel it in my brain. A couple of hours later. Go figure. Which validates Dominic’s judgement that I’m a sex addict.
Oh, My God. Mark came over in a whoosh. So quickly, I couldn’t get my bearings. We were chatting on Facebook and the conversation soon turns to his fabulous dick and how much I would like to have it in my mouth again. It actually tastes sweet. Feels great, too. It feels so good because the head is much bigger than the shaft. I told you that already, right?
Ok, what the hey? I was in bed enjoying my newfound peace and good mood after Mark did me a solid and fucked my brains out. He enjoyed it, too. I was cracking up watching Family Guy and decided since I was in a distinctly uneedy mood, I’d text Dominic and see what his deal was. I wanted to know why he would call me everyday, but never mention sex. I knew, after some experience with this thing, approaching the subject head on would be counter productive. Men are primed to overreact to such questions by running as fast as they can before the conversation can even begin.
Well I finally did it. Me and Claudio fucked. After seemingly endless texting and those super hot sexy pictures he sent me we set up a date to meet. Those six pack abs and those beautiful pecs had Pussy humming with anticipation. I sent him a sexy pic of me and he liked it. He was hot for me, too.
I got some Cuban dick in the morning and I was happy. Later in the afternoon, I emailed Dominic to see if we could work out our misunderstanding. He said he’d call me when he got off work. I was feeling good and I figured I’d forget about the whole thing. I just didn’t want him to start up again with the bs.
So curiosity got the better of me and I broke down and texted Darius.
“Hey, I haven’t heard from you and I kinda moved on. I found a new buddy. But I had a great time with you and I think you are a great guy. I was just wondering why you quit talking to me. Was it something I did? I don’t expect you to respond, but it would be nice. I thought we got along well and maybe you would tell me. Anyway, if I don’t hear from you I wish you luck with your career and personal life.”
Dominic came over when I told him I was cooking dinner. It was a little like having a boyfriend. We watched tv, ate, fucked and he slept over. The next day was Sunday, so we slept in late, had a late breakfast, talked all day, ate leftovers, fucked three more times and he went home at night.
I found the island man, Shane, on Craigslist. He was from St. Thomas. He was tall, slim, and had a pretty brown baby face. His deep voice had just a touch of an accent, he sounded so sexy on the phone. He was 29, but he looked about 20. He had big pretty eyes, big sexy lips framed by some hot facial hair. He grew up in the states and his language was a little hood, which was kind of exciting to me, a girl from the suburbs.
You have got to be kidding me! I am unnerved. Dominic is busy this weekend and I was feeling a little horny so I figured I’d round up some dick on reserve to hold me off till he was available. So I text Mark. After a little teasing and talk about how much I liked his dick, he sends me a picture of it.
I’m done with Claudio. Either he’s a spoiled baby or he gets off on laying guilt trips. Either way, he’s not worth the trouble. Here’s what happened.
Before we had our little romp in the back of his truck, I had caught a cold. He wanted to stop by my place early on his way home from work and snuggle with me in the bed. I told him I couldn’t because I was sick. A few days later he contacted me for the rendezvous in the parking lot. By then I felt better and I thought I was no longer contagious, so I agreed. Well apparently I was wrong because he caught a cold the next day. He was “mad” at me. I’m thinking, ok, it’s not something to get mad about. But still, that’s not sexy, I made the man sick. So I apologize and offer to make him soup. He turns down the offer. I texted him the next few days to see how he was doing. I apologized again. He said he was a little better but still sick.
I looked at my profile on Plenty of Fish and realized it needed a little jazzing up. I added a couple of attractive pictures and made the profile more exciting and edgy. I got a bite on my hook right away. A very attractive guy with a bunch of pictures. He’s 6’4, 35, brown skin, pretty curly hair, on the slim side, but with a really sexy mustache goatee framing some sexy lips. Only problem is he’s lives far away. He emailed me:
Well, since I’m running low on studly men, I figured I’d place another Craigslist ad. The first two were flagged and deleted almost immediately. This seems to be happening more and more. I put up an ad, somebody “flags” it and it gets deleted. On Craigslist, anyone can flag an ad for any reason and Craigslist automatically takes the ad down. After some research, I found out that ads by women in the Casual Encounters section get flagged a lot. Apparently there are a number of people who have a problem with women who place an ad looking for casual sex. Well I should not have been surprised, but being the myopic narcissist that I am, I was surprised.
I’m a creative, energetic open-minded person who is curious and excited about life. I like to be with people who are like me. That is one of the reasons I like to date younger men. They tend to be more curious and willing to try new things. But I try not to be closed minded about men. You never know. I could find someone like myself who is over 30 and is energetic and open minded.
After I picked the guys I liked from the Craigslist ad, I started calling them. A couple of the guys were over 30 but they were pretty handsome, so I decided to give them a try. Talk about your wet blanket.
There was this article in the New York Times about the Craigslist personals which describes users of the casual encounters section as “the erotic underbelly of society”, possibly narcissistic sociopaths. I know, its a couple of years old, but I’m just now getting ready to start my rant. Deep breath. Get ready, here goes.
It describes the women as sad and pathetic losers who advertise for hookups because its the only way they can find companionship. The article was prompted, I suppose, by the murders of two people who posted ads in the adult services section. Different from casual encounters. Adult services is “pay for play”. Casual encounters is “I don’t want to meet your parents, I just want to fuck”. Read more
Back to the discussion about why I use Craigslist. The third most common comment from the readers of the New York Times article was that the people should use the usual methods to find fuck buddies.
Ok, so why wouldn’t I just pick up guys in bars, like cougars are supposed to do? Or date in the traditional fashion and then get naked. Why post an ad on Craigslist? Ahhhhh, the secret. If you are willing to put social mores aside and hush the “stranger danger” noise in your head, you will discover a delicious secret. Well three of them. Read more
So I finally got around to meeting somebody from the Craigslist ad. Dennis. He was a southern gentleman, 23, and a high school math teacher. And he looks like he belongs in high school, but he has the beard and mustache of an older man. I almost didn’t want to pick him. He had emailed me before a few months ago. He was really cute but there was something about him that made him seem unfuckable. Maybe too much of the “nice boy” look. He’s, not much older than his students, which is kinda sexy for reasons I can’t quite articulate.
I can’t keep up. Placed another Craigslist ad two days ago and I had five picks. I think. Two dropped out for being boring. One texted me a couple of times and quit. He’s not hot enough to pursue. So I’m down to three. I think. I’m starting to get confused for reasons I’ll tell you in a minute.
I was supposed to meet this cutie at a bar before the party I was going to with friends. Its a good thing I asked him to call me before to confirm we would meet. When he called, the number was from New Jersey. So I asked him if he was from New Jersey. He mumbled something about living there until he moved here and that he might be going back there for a job or something. But I couldn’t understand what he was saying. He had such a strong accent. So I asked him where he was from. He said he was from Nigeria. How long he’d been in the country? Two years.
I fell into Dominic’s trap and I’m pissed. I got some really good dick. Two times. But not from Dominic. He calls but he doesn’t make plans to get together. So in light of the fact that I was fucked into insanity by James and jackhammered byDennis, why does the fact that Dominic is not fucking me bother me?
James called me last night while I was at the party. You know that party I went to after I was supposed to go out with the Nigerian guy who I thought might be a con artist. That one. I had a bunch of guys to get back to, but the first one I wanted to see was James. The memory of the incredible sex was still in my head. But I was a little nervous, because I felt like I wouldn’t be able to control my emotions with him. Read more
I was thinking about how to get back at Dominic for trying to play me into a jealous love triangle and then laughing at me. Two insults in one. This called for a smackdown. I had to be strategic. So I called him and told him I was recovering from my wild night with my friend at the party. I told him that my friend brought some brandy and we got pretty drunk so he had to sleep it off at my place. I talked about how much fun I’d been having lately. I knew that wouldn’t get to Dominic, he was not the ordinary player. I was just laying the groundwork. I needed to give him some of his own medicine. Turn his words on him so he looked weak. Read more
I’m counting dicks because I can’t keep track. I need to have a stable of at least four. They don’t last long and if I run out and go more than ten days without dick, I don’t function too well. I think I have enough for now. I still have Dominic, but he may be fading off after my last comment to him. I’ll reel him in next week, with some sweet talk and home cooking. Read more
I keep having this problem with men jumping to the conclusion that I want a relationship. I don’t get it. This time it was the surgeon. It was fucking ridiculous. We have sent a few text messages back and forth.
So I gave him my number. You remember the tall, deep voice guy with the allegedly 11 inch dick? I haven’t met him yet to inspect the merchandise. But if it really is that big, we are gonna have a problem. Pussy is on the small side, I am told. And I am not interested in changing that.
Cop and blow. Its what pimps do. It means they are always losing hos and always getting new ones. The theory is that you can’t hold on to one, so you should always be looking for replacements.
That’s how I feel about these fuck buddies. I’m always losing some so I always have to be on the lookout for new studs. The surgeon didn’t text me back, so he is officially out. The southern cutie flaked and I think Dennis the teacher is flaking, too. I haven’t heard a peep from him. Read more
Guess who texted me first thing this morning to apologize? The surgeon. He said he was sorry for jumping to conclusions. Remember how he “sensed” that I wanted a relationship? Pissed me off. He goes on to remind me that he is tall and good looking and well endowed. He wanted to get together. Read more
Dominic came over for dinner He called to tell me how his day went. He was broke, hungry and going to have an apple and a bag of chips for dinner. So I told him to come over, I was making Jambalaya. Well, I couldn’t let the boy starve. I just couldn’t. After we ate and I had a glass of wine, I wanted to see where his head was. So I asked him point blank why he hadn’t tried to get any sex lately. He said he was spending weekends with his son. The ex said he was neglecting his responsibilities. He was spending all his money on the child, so he didn’t have much left over. He didn’t want to drive his car and spend gas just to get laid.
So today marks a week of dry spell. I know that’s not a long time for some people but ten days is my limit. Then I start to go a little insane. So I’m looking for dick. Now. There are a bunch of man events going on keeping the men away. Pussy and I are not happy about it. It seems like all my men went to the same university, because its homecoming weekend and a bunch of them are partying with alums. Then there are ball games on tv. Everybody’s favorite team is playing their rival this weekend. Nobody around to service Pussy. Damnit!
Went out with nice guy Dwayne last night for the first time. We met at a local bar for happy hour. Kind of a hole in the wall. I got there with no traffic and found parking right in front. Score! I was feeling good and hopeful when I walked in and looked around. I saw one guy who didn’t look like Dwayne, but when he grinned at me, I recognized him. Disappointment. I was stretching it when I said he was kinda cute in his picture. Read more
After the disappointing date with Dwayne I wanted to get some, so I texted John. I was ready to end the friendly banter and get naked. He said he had to do a few things but he would be over later. He came and I looked at him and remembered why I liked him. John is tall and thin and a light brown caramel color. He wears his hair short, almost bald. He has a perfectly round head and large almond shaped expressive eyes. I love watching the expressions on his eyes change from bashful to annoyance to boredom to funny and then to attraction. While I talked to him, I would say different things to provoke different expressions and watch his eyes change. His voice has a sarcastic tone and he makes me laugh when he’s trying to be serious. I keep telling him how funny he is. He keeps saying he’s not funny and he doesn’t get why I think he is. Deadpan. Cracked me up.
I’m gonna have to give Dominic the boot. I’d been ignoring some red flags, some things that didn’t add up. Well, I wasn’t exactly ignoring them, I was taking note and putting the notes aside for future reference. Today is future reference time. The straw that broke the camel’s back occurred last night. He left me hanging, waiting for him all night. Told me that he had to run by his ex’s place to pick up his phone charger. I asked him how long it would be, he told me he’d call me. I had a feeling he wouldn’t make it back. A few hours later I called and he didn’t answer. He texted me that he was coming, and that there was some “drama” with the ex, and he would tell me about it when he got to my place. He never came. I called again, he didn’t answer. Read more
After I decided I was done with Dominic, I wanted to see how he would react to my silence. It took him two days to contact me. After leaving me hanging all night, he didn’t email, text or call the next day to apologize. Nothing. Is he really that arrogant? Did I somehow give him the idea he could treat me this way? Probably. Feeding him, giving him a ride, all that nurturing got me the opposite of what I wanted. Seems to work out that way more often than I would like. Read more
If I am going to be totally honest, I’ll have to admit that whether I let Dominic back or not depends on what he does. I miss him and I guess I’d let him come back if he does the right things. So far, he’s doing all the wrong things. Last night he texted me again that he was horny and wanted to come over. No apology, no offer to pay me back for the food and favors, no explanation or offer to explain his behavior. As if he thinks if he dangles his dick like a carrot or something, that will be enough. Or worse, it hasn’t occurred to him that he’s done anything wrong and he thinks only about what he wants and needs. This is probably the closest thing to being accurate. Read more
Damn, I’m so horny right now. I just had my first workout session with the hot new trainer at the gym. I think he’s 20, dark chocolate, pretty eyes and a big enchanting smile. I think he has nice muscles, but I can’t really tell because he covers them up with long sleeves and loose sweats. He reminds me of a childhood friend, so I feel safe with him. Well I felt safe, until the workout started. He worked me hard. So hard I even cried at one point. So I signed up for nine more sessions.
Oh my God, I waited so long for Darius to contact me. Actually, its only been a couple of months since we were last together, but it feels like a year. When he finally texted me last night to ask me what I was up to, I wanted to answer, “come over and fuck me now”. But I held my peace, to see what he wanted. He was at home studying for exams. I asked him if he wanted company. Then I figured what the hell, and wrote “Sorry, I meant head”. He replied that he really, really needed some at that particular moment and he would come to my place right away.
Been thinking about that word lately and the amount of power it has over women. Fear of the word has a great deal of influence over where, when, how, with whom and how much we have sex. It also influences how much we enjoy it. Its an ugly word, along with its many synonyms, whore, ho, stank ho, dirty, bad, you get the picture. It is used as a weapon to punish women for having sex outside the boundaries. Everyone defines the boundaries in a different way. Most, if not all women live in fear of having the word used against them. It can be ruinous to a reputation. Read more
One of the most fun things about being a cougar, I’ve discovered, is that I can get super hot guys. I am hot, mind you, but I’m getting men who are a bit out of my range. Like Darius, Desinu, Cop #1. All of them are 10s. I didn’t know why that was and I didn’t give it much thought. I just thanked my lucky stars. Until I talked to Mario.
So I worked out with the trainer again today and he must think I was looking for torture, because that is what he’s giving me. Turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. I guess I better give him a name because this looks like its gonna be a while. Lets call him Anthony.
I can’t tell if he’s into me. I think he is, but I watch him smile and talk to other people and I don’t see a difference from when he’s flashing that make-your-knees-weak grin at me. Soooooo technically, he’s just doing his job. A little too well. I decided to play it off today, pretend I wasn’t into him. Read more
Hhmph! Well I guess Mark’s will power wasn’t what he thought it was. You remember my friend, the cop, with the peach flavored dick. The one who went on the “celibacy journey”. For the past few days, anytime I’m on Facebook, I can count on him IMing me. I joke about his dick and he laughs. At first I thought he just wanted to shoot the breeze. Later I realized he wanted me to talk sexy to him, because he was getting hornier and hornier. Celibacy will do that to you. (Rolling my eyes). Well last night he asked me to send him pictures of my nipples. So he could jack off. Read more
He lives with his mama and he fucks like a demon. Babyboy. He’s just 21. I think. That’s what he told me when he responded to my ad on Craigslist. Last night he slipped and said he was 20. I might need to see some ID because I don’t want to get arrested for statutory rape. Even though it feels like that’s what just happened to me.
I was supposed to go to a birthday party for a friend. It was to be at a restaurant in a part of town popular for weekend nightlife. After circling the area for a half hour looking for a parking space, I was ready to give up. I definitely did not want to pay for valet just to celebrate the birthday of a person who wasn’t much more than an acquaintance. Then pay to get in the place, pay for their overpriced drinks, get jostled about and try to have a conversation with virtual strangers over the music. Well that’s what I told myself. Because I usually enjoy that sort of thing. What I really wanted was more of Babyboy’s smell and his caresses. Read more
I got back in town last night and I was horny as hell. I’d spent a few intense nights with Babyboy and it was moving faster than I thought it should. He told me it would bother him if I were with another man. I told him I would think about making it exclusive. I thought about it and decided it was too soon to make a decision about that. The time I spent with Babyboy was so beautiful and filled me with so much affection, my need for sex waned a bit. But after a few days without him, the libido came raging back. Read more
I’m almost sure Anthony is into me now. The last time I was at the gym, I confided in him about my hopes and fears around getting in shape. I was a little emotional about it, more than I would have liked. I’m always too emotional around him. He pushes me physically to the point where the emotions come to the surface. That on top of the sexual tension. I am usually either crying, about to cry, sweating heavily and about to vomit or undressing him with my eyes and trying not to touch him. It gets intense. Read more
Mario makes me nervous. He’s so sexually aggressive. Not in bed, I haven’t met him yet. The first thing was the profile picture. Sooo erotic. But it makes me nervous. Why? How should I know. Then we had this conversation where he talked about this other older woman he was with who would “cater” to him. I don’t know if he’s expecting some strip tease, whipped cream extravaganza cause I’m not doing that. Then he sent me an x-rated cartoon. And dedicated a video on Tagged. “I want to fuck you” by Akon. I thought the song was about love, but apparently I was listening to the Disney version on the radio. Read more