Birthday

Is that a new wrinkle (or should I say “joy line”) ?

So I am a year older…and what has my new status of ‘Princess Cougar’ brought me?

Well, apparently quite a bit of attention from dumb 20yr old men looking for some sex-credibility … the question is…do I take the plunge? So far, these wee things are just too packed full of cum to have a conversation with. Just once I would like to be sober and coaxed out of my lingerie…in a lingering, fully engaged sort of way. The boys that I seem to attract are the puppies-in-a-sack sort of sexual experience rather than an Alsatian with a Mammoth’s thigh bone I have been hoping for.

I appreciate my own hypocrisy of continuously seeking quality time on my back but then ignoring the boys-a-plenty from the ages of 20-30…this year, I have decided to go “puppy”. It will be a year of saying yes to those 20 somethings …I will get laid in this boring town even if I have to invade city hall myself and take up residence in my own Coup de Vagina.


Year of the Cougar

Starring T.M’s fabulous lingerie collection
Co-starring: My “visitors-only” toy collection

Plot synopsis: Toronto lady with dreams of sexual fulfillment within her peer group, spends one too many weekends draining batteries and decides on her birthday that this year it will be different.