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August 12, 2012


I’m a Cougar











Hello, I’m Jaqui and I’m a Cougar.  Welcome to Cougar’s 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 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…

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.  ;)

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  1. Aug 12 2011

    Just come across pardon the pun your site on Tumblr lLoved it, So I thought I would have a look see what you are doing on your own
    I actually look at the site for your articles great turn of phrase
    If I was only twenty years ,hang on make that forty years I know you like them young. God that makes me sound so old but wait I digress now where was I and the right colour Me I’m more like milk, and in the right country I would have love to have met you .But alas Im not so i will as they say admire you from a far and as my old pappy used to say “Sex is always good,body to body but to make it even better that is the difficult part because that part is in your head and not every one has a head for it” pun intended “I don’t have a Pappy but Im sure some would have or could have or should have said that
    P.S I do like the Photos as well

    • Wild Cougar
      Aug 14 2011

      Wonderful to have you reading from Down Under! Welcome!

  2. GG
    Aug 14 2011
  3. Babyimme
    Jul 27 2012

    I enjoyed reading this blog, I just came across it today!

  4. Jason Baits
    Feb 27 2013

    Wow, this so read like the biopic to How Stella Got Her Groove Back. You come back from the island and now you’re sex fiend. Ha! That’s cute and if not some infectious. A matter of fact, a lot of women are middle aged go to the islands and come back as Cougars. Hmmm, must be something in the water LoL.

  5. Luis
    May 14 2013

    Well I’m a young guy and my problem is I can’t hook up with a cougar. My biggest fantasy is to fuck a cougar but I don’t know how to approach one. Can you help?

    • Xartan
      Sep 25 2014

      Best way: don’t be a douche

  6. Provo
    Dec 26 2014

    “Jaqui’s not my real name and I’m not ashamed of being a cougar.”

    If you really weren’t ashamed, would you hide behind a false name?

    Just askin’.

  7. James
    May 30 2015

    If you’re a cougar, do you wanna fuck me?


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