Position of the week—The Pair of Tongs

I looked at the picture of this one and just laughed. Talk about superhuman strength. Who makes this stuff up? In this position, the woman hangs off the bed sideways, supporting most of her weight on one arm. The man straddles the woman’s lower leg while holding her upper leg…well, up. Might have to lift weights for a few months (or years) to be able to achieve this one.

Well, you gals threw out the challenge and all I can say is we tried our best to do The Pair of Tongs position. Sweet Mary. I’m not sure who worked that position out, but God bless their upper-arm strength. Ethan tried to help me get in the right position and we even—sort of—held the pose for a few seconds before I started giggling uncontrollably. At that point, it went downhill fast. My arm gave out, Ethan tripped while trying to break my fall and we both fell onto the floor in a heap of naked body parts. I have to admit it will go down as my favorite pose regardless of the fact we never did it, because as we were sitting on the floor laughing our asses off—Ethan told me he loved me. He loves me!

Cam is having a Holiday

Not just any Holiday, mind you. I'm celebrating the release of the book Ciana wrote about me. Yes, this story is about me!! I can't believe it's real. Ciana sent me a copy and I have to say that reading my own tale was ... well, it was exciting.

I hope you'll enjoy reading about what happened the fantasies I had about being with a younger man become more than daydreams.

When Lee Holiday showed up in my life, I wasn't looking for anything but a night of steamy hot sex. And boy did he seem like just the man to fill the bill.

And yippee!! Lee made it clear that he wanted to ring my bell. (And yes, he definitely did. Repeatedly.) Can you say sexual nirvana.

Only Lee isn't interested in just great sex. He wants the hole nine yards. Eeek! I didn't plan on that. But then I never planned on feeling the way Lee makes me feel.
So, what will happen? Well, I can't tell you that. You'll just have to read the book. But hey, take a look at this cover. Can you say you're not just a little tempted to do a little fantasizing of your own about this oh-so-fine fellow?

Hope you'll enjoy finding out what happens! Just in case, click here to get a copy from Ellora's Cave

Oh, and below is a little blurb from the book.

Cheers,
Cam

Chapter One

Tempt the Cougar Blog

From Cam: Sometimes I really hate you, Monica. Well, not you. But that damn challenge you issued. Okay, so not even that. I hate that I’m a freaking coward who can’t screw up her courage, get out there, and try to meet someone. What the heck’s up with me? There was a time when I had gonads.

Sigh.

I did join a gym today. Okay, not exactly a walk on the wild side, but hey, there’s bound to be men, right? And I signed up for a personal trainer. At least that way I won’t be floundering around all alone while I’m scoping out the clientele.

And I swear, if I see a likely candidate for an adventure I’ll rope him and drag him home with me.

But for now, I’m waiting on my first session with the trainer. I hope I’m able to move tomorrow!

Hugs, Cam.

Camille finished her blog entry and tapped on the Publish Post button. Her friends probably felt sorry for her. All six of them had found men—young men who made them feel sexy and vital again. She wondered if she was going to be the “odd man out”, the one who couldn’t find a guy.

At the moment, she wasn’t sure why she’d joined this gym or signed up for a personal trainer. Maybe it had something to do with her ex-husband cheating on her with a woman half her age who had no jiggly bits except her exceedingly large breast implants. Maybe it was because she was feeling insecure about her body. Or maybe it was because all of her friends had guys and she had no one, and didn’t have a clue how to go about meeting men. At least not young, sexy men.

Cam’s self-confidence had pretty much been in the toilet since that day she found her husband Dan in bed with a younger woman. If the blow of him cheating on her was not enough, the gut-punch she felt when he moved out of their home the next day and into an uptown penthouse with the bimbo left her flattened.

Had it not been for the women she met at RomantiCon, a convention for erotic romance readers, she would have closed the blinds, locked the doors and wallowed in her misery.

“Camille?”

The deep male voice had her glancing up from her iPhone. Holy mother of God! “Yes?”

“Lee Holiday. Your trainer. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”

Wow. Double wow. She’d expected muscles. Maybe even lots of muscles. What she hadn’t expected was a freaking god. Silky, dark hair that nearly brushed his shoulders, eyes that rivaled the blue of the Carolina sky and a body that had her eyes threatening to bug out of her head.

Cam shoved her phone into her gym bag. “No, not at all. I was a bit early.”

“Mind if I sit?”

“Please.”

He took a seat beside her. “Before I can create a regimen for you, we’re going to need to go through a short assessment to determine your current level of fitness. And I’ll need to know what fitness goals you have. But I’d like to take a bit of time today to let you ask questions and decide if I’m the right trainer for you. Do you have any questions?”

“Not really. I wasn’t expecting—”

Fuck! Coming at her was none other than the poster-girl for breast implants who had broken up her marriage. Kandy.

She’d run into Kandy a couple of times since the divorce, both times at fundraisers. And both times Kandy had made a point of commenting on how Cam was always alone. She’d even had the nerve to ask Cam if she’d like to be set up with someone so she didn’t always have to attend social events alone.

Cam had imagined multiple and diverse ways she’d like to terminate the woman. But right now, Kandy was headed toward her and Cam was not about to go through a repeat performance of “poor Cam, always alone”.

“Sorry about this,” she blurted right before she leaned forward, clamped her hands on either side of Lee Holiday’s face, and planted her lips securely on his.

“Camille?” Kandy squealed.

Cam started to break away from the completely inappropriate kiss, but Lee Holiday wrapped one muscular arm around her and pulled her right off her chair and onto his lap, slanting his mouth over hers and turning her knees to jelly as his tongue plundered her mouth.

“Camille?” Kandy’s voice filtered in through the haze of lust that had Camille unable to form a coherent thought. Good god, could the man kiss!

Lee released her and gave her a sexy smirk when she swayed slightly.

“Oh my god!” Kandy wiggled up beside her. “I can’t believe it’s you! I mean I didn’t think you worked out. Oh my god, Danny will not believe it when I tell him!”

Danny? Oh ugh. “Kandy.” It took every ounce of control Cam possessed to utter the woman’s name without adding expletives before and after.

“Hi,” Kandy cooed at Lee Holiday. “I’m Kandy. With a K.”

“Lee Holiday.”

“So, you’re—friends with Cam?”

“Actually, Lee is my lover.” Cam almost looked around to see who the hell had spoken. Had those words actually come from her lips?

“You have got to be kidding!” Kandy screeched loud enough to draw the curious glance of others at nearby tables. Oblivious to everything and everyone save herself, she ran her eyes over Lee appreciatively. “You and…and Cam?” She giggled as she looked at Cam. “Aren’t you a little…mature for him, Cammie?”

“Actually, I think she’s just perfect,” Lee answered.

“Oh, Danny is so not going to believe this!” Kandy’s eyes narrowed fractionally then she smiled. “Cammie, you are bringing Lee to the fundraiser next weekend, aren’t you?”

Cam felt like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi.

“Of course I’m escorting her.” Lee once again saved her from coming up with a convenient lie.

“Really?” Kandy didn’t seem to buy it.

“Really,” Lee assured her and nuzzled Cam’s neck. “Honey, if we’re going to get a workout in we need to get moving.”

“What? Oh! Oh yes.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lee nodded to Kandy as he put his hands on Cam’s waist, guiding her to her feet.

Cam was mute as Lee steered her in the direction of the gym.

“You too,” Kandy called after them. “See you later!”

Cam felt Lee’s hand tighten on her waist as he steered her from the juice bar and into the gym. It was like a brand, searing her even through the layers of clothing. What had she done? And how in hell was she going to even look at him? Talk about a bad first impression!

“I’m going to assume that Kandy with a K is not one of your favorite people?”

“Not exactly.” She dared a look up at him. “Look, I owe you an apology. Kandy is… well, it’s a long story so let’s just say she’s something of a thorn in my side. Which doesn’t excuse my behavior at all and I’ll completely understand if you want to rethink being my trainer.”

“Are you kidding? And miss escorting you to the fundraiser and meeting the mysterious Danny?”

Cam grimaced. “You do not have to attend the event.”

“Oh but I do.”

“Why?”

“Let’s just say that I’m curious and leave it at that. For now.”

Cam felt a tingle of excitement. Was that look on his face what she thought it was? Was Lee Holiday attracted to her?

Suddenly the idea of attending the fundraiser had a lot more appeal.

* * * * *

Tempt the Cougar Blog

From Cam: Well, I sure can’t make fun of men anymore about thinking with their little heads. I swear all I could do was wonder if he’d be half as good in bed as I imagine. The damn man totally destroyed my concentration. All I could think about was that kiss. Oh god, what a kiss! I bet he thinks I’m the most uncoordinated, clumsy woman on the planet. I couldn’t even think about working out and made some lame excuse about having an appointment I couldn’t miss. But damn, I can’t wait for the next workout. I might not be getting any, but I sure as hell am having some good fantasies about it.

Cam leaned back and stared at the screen. Lee Holiday was, by far, the sexiest man she had seen in a long, long time. But it was more than his appearance. An aura of power and an unspoken promise of pleasure seemed to hover around him like an intoxicating cloud. She’d never felt anything like it and her first meeting with him was one of the most sexually charged events she’d experienced in a long time.

Fortunately, she’d be prepared for his charisma when it came time for the next workout and maybe she’d make it through the exercises without seeming like a clumsy oaf. At least she hoped so. Impressing Lee Holiday was now at the top of her priority list.

Let's get it on

Yeah baby! I've finally found my groove, my move... my rrrrrroar!

You won't believe what happened! Lee escorted me to the fund raiser last night. Talk about feeling like the belle of the ball! It was amazing and unlike my ex, Lee's focus was all on me. I kept waiting for the clock to strike midnight and turn me into a pumpkin.

And OMG, I had sex in the powder room! Well, sort of. Oral sex and let me tell you, the top of my head nearly flew off. It was... amazing. I couldn't believe that was me. And later, when we got back to my house.... well, let's just say that I have a new theme song ... and am ready and eager to explore multiple and diverse ways of getting it on!


I think I found sexual nirvana! And now I need to sleep. Or not:) Lee just came out of the shower and from the looks of things sleep ISN'T on his mind.

Yahoo!!!!

Position of the week—Tigress

The one really puts the woman in control. It involves the man lying on his back while the woman sits on top facing away from him. Sort of like riding a horse backward, but what a ride, ladies! Talk about hitting all the hot spots. I had multiple orgasms with this one.

Grwrrr! Holy crap. Ethan showed up at my work yesterday and demanded that I take the rest of the day off. Said we were going somewhere special. We went out for a super-romantic lunch then he surprised me by booking a suite in the swankiest hotel in town. There was champagne and strawberries in the room and he’d even brought some romantic music and we slow danced! I was so hot for him by the time the music ended, I accidentally tore his shirt trying to undress him. We ended up on the floor as always and that was when I pushed him down on his back and gave him my personal brand of thank you in the form of the Tigress. Oh yeah, who’s queen of the jungle now?

Hot Damn!

OMG you won't believe what happened to me!!

I signed up at a new gym and went for my initial meeting with a personal trainer. So naturally like the eager beaver I am (no pun intended) I show up early. I was waiting in the juice bar (texting with Stevie and Edie) when the trainer, Lee Holiday, walked in.

I damn near swallowed my tongue (well after I rolled it back up into my mouth.) Can you say Hot - damn hot - crotch pot, pantie melting hot???

So, we're chatting and suddenly the bright moment turned to total crap because who shows up but Kandy. Yes, freaking Kandy with a 'K' - the barbie doll that my ex cheated on me with.

I don't know what possessed me. I just couldn't face another episode of her "oh Cammie, how are you, poor little lonely old thing." So I grabbed Lee and planted one on him. Yes, me. I did.

Well girls, I got quite a shock. He didn't shove me away or pull back. In fact, he pulled me right onto his lap and gave me a kiss that could've curled my hair without the permanent wave solution. It definitely curled my toes and flipped the on switch to the old libido motor.

I almost forgot Kandy with a K was standing there. Yippee, yahoo and big high five for me - I got to gloat over the total look of shock on her face. And Lee pretended that we are an item - which I'm sure frosted her wheaties.

It was a grand moment. Only when she left I felt more than a bit insecure and made an excuse to leave before the end of my session. Yeah, I know, chicken chicken. But I'm going back today.

Oh! And he told Kandy that he's going to be escorting me to the fund raiser I organized that's happening next weekend. WTF? I wonder if he was serious? Just in case I think I'll go shopping for a new dress.

And maybe a black lace thong. Hey, a girl can dream!!

Position of the week—Clasping

This position is achieved when the couple lays on their sides and the man spoons the woman from behind. It certainly helps if your guy is well endowed, like mine! Clasping is great for slow, deep, sensual lovemaking and extra special for the woman, as it leaves the man’s hands free to explore other parts of her body as well.

Hey gals. Ethan and I are really putting a dent in that Kama Sutra list he made me write. Oh, did I mention that I just keep adding to it? Hee hee. I still can’t believe we’ve been going out for nearly a month! Last night, we ordered pizza in—you know how much my cooking sucks—and started watching a movie. Ethan whispered “Clasping” in my ear and before I knew it, we were naked on the living room floor, kissing and holding each other. I swear that man knows the positions better than I do. It was so incredibly romantic, simply lying in each other’s arms, so close it was as if we were one person. Of course, the fact that he has a huge cock certainly helped. LOL. He’d kill me if he knew all the things I share with you girls. Oh crap, there he is, beating on the door. Damn man never remembers his key.

Talk to you later.

Hear me ROAR!

Oh. My. God.

I know I sound like a teenager saying that, but who cares? You know I was getting a tattoo the other day. Well, I did. I’ll post a picture of it, but what happened at the tattoo parlor is far more interesting than the ink.

I DID IT! The artist, Errol, was a HOT- YOUNG -STUD. Can you say muscle bound and bald? While he was putting on my tat, I looked over to the side a saw a picture of him wearing leather and holding two floggers. Uh-huh. Floggers. I got so turned on. He noticed and before you know it we were talking about sex. Ladies… he owns a private BDSM club. You know-- like in that book we were taking about at RomantiCon?

He invited me. ME! Yes, Monica, I went. And then I went back. The first night he introduced me to the furniture and the toys. I returned the next night to play with some other members of the club, a sexy dominatrix and her slave boy. Don’t every body faint. I met the Cougar Challenge. I will be seeing lots more of Errol in the future. He actually likes me. Can you believe it?

So, there you have it. I had two younger men and one younger woman…or rather, they had me. LOL

Getting Ink.

Hey ladies!

I decided to get a tattoo! Cool, right? I picked the Ankh-- the sign of eternal life and the soul. Here’s a pic of one. I chose the Ankh because it was on the side of that big mobile home EC had parked outside the hotel at RomantiCon. I was looking at the picture of the group of us and that’s when it hit me—it would perfect.

I know this may sound like a cop out to some of you (Monica), but I’ve not had much luck even convincing myself to attempt to seduce a younger man. So, instead of going out and having a disaster of an embarrassing moment, which would surely put me in therapy, I’ve decided to get the tat.

I love that you all have done it. You grabbed those hot men and made it happen. I’m even happier some of you found real love. This Cougar Challenge is just not for me.
Looking at them is okay. ;) I can do that, so I’ll leave you with some pictures of tattoos-- just for inspiration.
-Stevie

Kama Sutra anyone???

Thanks to Cam’s suggestion, I will now be sharing expert advice on the Tempt the Cougar blog in regards to various Kama Sutra positions—LOL. Not quite sure when I crossed the line from horny divorcee to sex expert, but believe me, I’m loving it on this side of the tracks. Check back next week for my first installment!

Dear Santa...

I've been good this year - depressingly good. But I promise to be bad if you would just deliver the perfect gift to me this year.

Here's a picture so you'll know just want I'm looking for.

And hey, if you can see your way clear to fulfilling my Christmas wish, I'll slide down your chimney:)

He Can't Be Real!

I see a guy like this and have to wonder how much of his appeal is due to airbrushing, digital manipulation and photoshop trickery.

Come on, ladies. How many of you have ever seen a real man--not some model in a picture--but a real man in real life who looks that good? Well, other than the gorgeous cover models at RomantiCon of course. Those guys are some of the sexiest men on the face of the earth!

But this guy, he wouldn't last 10 seconds in the real world without women trying to trip him and then fall all over him.

Sure, I've seen plenty of hot men before but...dayum! Nobody is that perfect. He's definitely wet dream fantasy material though. Oh yeah, I can see everyone racing for the fresh batteries and toys already. *BWEG*

Help me!

Ethan wants to help me fulfill this damn cougar challenge—TONIGHT! He’s serious about it too. What the hell am I supposed to do? He just gave me a copy of the Kama Sutra and told me to pick out some positions to try. Then he told me to wear something sexy. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m as sexy as the Queen of England. Oh my God. Kill me now. How did I let you girls talk me into this?

Sigh

Well, I have to admit I'm a bit depressed. When Monica issued the challenge, I had no idea you gals would take it so seriously...or get so damn lucky! Your adventures have left me breathless.

Meanwhile here I sit, working late again, looking at my so-called list of potential 'younger men', knowing full-well I'll never do this. It's just not in me.

The only bright spot in my dreary days is lusting over my PT patient, Ethan. And before you ask, yes he's younger and no, he's not on my list. I'm far too practical to even pretend he'd wanna fool around with me.

Oh well, thought I'd post this picture my girlfriend, Deb sent me. Gotta tell you though, Ethan is way hotter than this guy!

Ever So Thankful!

I was having a difficult time getting into the holiday mood and then I stumbled upon something that changed my entire outlook. Gottta love a man who knows how to heat things up in the kitchen! Delicious!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Guess what I got on eBay?

A broken down ranch and a hot, hot, hot cowboy. OMG, he is beyond mouthwatering. Of course, he's got to be at least ten years younger than me and when I showed up to take ownership of Sweetgrass Ranch. And no wonder. He's the only thing sweet about it. The pictures on eBay must have been taken twenty years ago, because I swear the swindler who owned didn't put a dime into it.
But Mitchell Brand makes it all worthwhile. He's over six feet, with broad shoulders and lean hips that I'd love to wrap my legs around. He was made for faded jeans, a black t-shirt and a cowboy hat. I can't wait to see him on a horse. Or me.
If only!
Every other relationship I had was such a disdaster, and I'm sure he'll thnk I'm too old for him. Besides, he's the foreman and I'm his boss. But oh, lordy! I'm going to do my best to tempt him. Even a little.
Well, gotta go for now, but I'll appreciate any advice you can give me. I just have to figure out a way to connect with this guy. I get hot just looking at him.
Help!
Love,
Autumn

We have a winner!!!

The winner of the $25 in downloads from Ellora's Cave is MISTY! Woo-Hoo! Simply send your wishlist to Blackraven, any author, any ebooks on the JJ site, and we'll take care of the rest.
Thank you to all who joined in the fun. We're not done yet here at Tempt the Cougar, so stay tuned...

I'm okay...

Me again. You know what? I’m good! I used one of our exercises and spoke to myself rationally in front of a full-length mirror.
I forgot to mention the reason Phil was calling. He says he can’t make his payment because his new wife sprung a leak and they want to upgrade her breasts while they’re having it fixed. The more I think about it, the sorrier I feel for her. No matter how big or what shape she makes them, it will never be quite good enough for Phil the Asshole.
I’m going for the test drive with Kevin. My body may have some wear and tear but there’s still decent mileage left. I’m signing off for now but you can bet I’ll post later.
Wish me luck!
Elizabeth

Where is everyone???

Phil called and like an idiot I picked up the phone before I realized it was him. I swear he must have radar. Ding! Elizabeth is planning to have sex and as always, it’s up to me to make sure she doesn’t enjoy it. Let’s see, which cut is best for the occasion…let’s go with a mix of boobs and overall performance this time. You want to know what he said? Drumroll, please…
“Bigger tits wouldn’t hurt but they wouldn’t help you in the sex department.”
Okay, I know he’s an asshole. I know he’s just saying these things to get to me but I’ve only had sex with one other guy. It was before Phil and it wasn’t great either. It just kind of…was, like with Phil.
Shit. Kevin is due here in forty-five minutes. Do I really have what it takes to satisfy a man, let alone a hot younger man?
Forty-four minutes to detox from the ex…
Elizabeth

CONTEST!!

I'm jumping in on the all of the characters to remind everyone, PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ANSWERS TO THE QUESTIONS ON THIS BLOG!!

Sign up as a follower of this blog, then leave a comment here, or on Elizabeth's last blog, It's My Turn, saying you have done so. Then email Blackraven your answers at theblackraven36@yahoo.com The answers can be found here on Tempt the Cougar, and on her website, www.theblackraveneroticcafe.blogspot.com in my interrogation - er, interview with her and Dr. Raven.

Good luck and have fun!

I met a younger man!

Hey, tonight started out pretty dismal but I ended up having a great time. Not only did I meet a perfect guy for the challenge, I discovered a coworker has serious friend potential. I’m honestly not sure which one excites me more but I do know which one you all want to hear about! His name is Kevin and he’s about six-foot-one and full of muscle. Okay, now I have that song by those guys from Australia in my head. No, he doesn’t come from the land down under but you can tell it really was 80s night at the bar! He has wavy, light brown hair that falls below his collar and the deepest, dark green eyes I’ve ever seen.
He calls me Elle. At first it made me wonder if I would be better off pretending to be someone else but it got a little weird so I came clean. He can still call me Elle though.
Oh and did I mention that he kisses like a dream? LOL! We’re supposed to go out next Friday night but I’m going to save time and make something to eat here. Better yet, we’ll do takeout.
Elizabeth

It's My Turn!

Ladies, I’m going out tonight! Another nurse mentioned that her husband plays in a band at a local bar just outside of Boston and I’m going to check it out. They’re doing a Saturday night 80s theme, so at least I’ll like the music. I haven’t been to a bar in ages and never to meet men but it’s still a good place to go, right?
Elizabeth

Who knew they did these in glass?

Do I get my toaster now? We did it. But I’m in deeper than I meant to be. He’s great in bed and out and his invention in bed is amazing.

Girls, the man has a collection. When he said he had toys, I thought he meant handcuffs and stuff like that, but no.
Remember the Plaster Casters? They took casts of the erect cocks of rock stars back in the day. John has a collection - done in glass! And he had one done of his own to go with the set.
Guess which one I chose?

I thought I was experienced. I am, but while I might have done the things we do before, I haven’t done them with him, felt the perfection of being with him. What is happening to me?

I did it!

I met John Sung again last night and I took him home. He’s the most amazing man. Girls he’s ten years younger than me! Can you believe this is the first younger man I’ve ever dated? And by ‘dated’ I don’t mean ‘went out with’ I mean got hot and heavy with. He’s intense sexy—and he doesn’t want me to have the surgery. Says it would be like whitewashing the Mona Lisa. Nuts. I never saw what Leonardo saw in her anyway. She could have done with a bit of lip-plumping at least.

This man is seriously hot. He made me come just by touching my nipples. Can you believe that? He asked me to call him tomorrow. I don’t know. Should I? Or should I let this be just one of those ships-in-the-night things. Thing is, while I’m seeing him we’re on a bet and the prize is that I don’t have the surgery. I have a TV interview coming up and if I want surgery I need it soon so I can recover enough to appear. They can do wonderful things these days fast but not that fast. I’m running out of time.

I Love A Man In (Or Out of) Uniform

I couldn't let Veterans Day pass without commenting on how much I adore a man in uniform. I think soldiers are the ultimate sex symbol. They really will kill to protect what's theirs. And, sue me, I think that is totally sexy. These young soldiers in their uniforms everywhere, I love them. I love what they do, what they're doing for me and our country, and how they look. I wonder if they'll do a writers USO tour? :-)

So, Here's What Happened...

I know you all are dying to hear what happened when I went out and met the Cougar Challenge. Here's the scoop.

I went to a bar. It was a bar that my ex used to go to when he was in law school, lots of graduate students there. Prime younger man material. Right? Wrong. It turned out that a young college crowd has taken it over. Ugh. I walked into a nightmare. I shoved through the crowd to the bar and ordered a scotch, and what to my eye-popping delight appeared but an absolutely gorgeous bartender. The best part was, I didn't have to put the moves on him. He put them on me. He pretty much had me at "I'm your man."

Long story short, I went home with him. And his roommate. Uh, yeah. It was a two for one hot younger man deal. LOL The bartender's name is Sam. We hit it off right away. His roommate's name is Josh. Honest to God, ladies, I did things that I never imagined, except in my wildest fantasies, that I would do. (That is NOT Sam and Josh, but you get the mental picture.) Sam wants to see me again. He begged me to give him a chance. I admit I'm a little scared. I thought my ex had cured me of any desire to get involved with a younger man again. But Sam can be very persuasive.

He pulled out the, "Of all the gin joints in the world, she walks into mine." So then I agreed to give Sam a chance and we made love all day. By Friday I should be recuperated enough to see him again. Well, I am going to see him Friday. What I really meant was to have sex again. Because I really, really want to have sex with Sam again. And again. And then, if possible, again.

Honestly, last night was the best thing I ever did for myself. Even if Sam and I hadn't connected like we did, I still wouldn't regret it. For the first time in years I feel alive and sexy and self-confident. I could take on the world! I am cougar, hear me roar!

I think even if I'd only found Josh last night, I'd still be pretty happy about the whole thing. He was sweet and hot and sexy and helped make the night unforgettable. But he's not interested in me romantically. For Josh and for me it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. A chance to live out our fantasies. I think a lot of younger guys out there fall into this category. And yes, a threesome is indeed as hot as the books make it sound. Even more so. Two guys completely absorbed in making you come as many times as possible? As Josh says, win-win situation.

(This is me and Sam. Not really, but it will be on Friday. For about ten seconds before I rip the jeans off of him.)

So eat your hearts out, ladies. I am now an experienced cougar! Cam, do you want a picture of me so you can put me at the top of the blog with Rico? *grin*

Edie's dilemma

We’ve been talking about younger men for a while now. I’ve known a few, from male models who can’t see further than their own beautiful asses to photographers who demand favors for good pictures. But I’ve never been to bed with one. They prefer the young vulnerable wannabes, the ones who can’t fight back. I’ve always despised younger men.

But you girls have given me a new way of looking at it. I think you’re right. There are some great younger men out there. You know that a few years back my husband traded me in for a younger model. I know, I know, some of you have the same experience but this bastard keeps waving her in my face.

Time I did something about it. I’m seeing a plastic surgeon next week. It’s taken me a long time to get to this point but I’m taking the plunge. Then watch me.

New on the scene

Sometimes I wonder why I ever gave up modeling. There are some new guys on the scene. I don't remember them quite this yummy! Do you think they need some help getting used to the modeling scene? I'd be only to pleased to help them!

What a girl wants...

If one picture is worth a thousand words, then this has to be worth a couple of chapters. And I could seriously dream up multiple chapters of things I'd do to and with these guys.

Problem is, how the heck do you go about finding a guy that looks like this? Where the heck are the hiding, the gym? The gym!! Of course, they obviously work out. Okay, I'm outta here - gonna go Google the gyms in my area:)

I'm dreaming about cowboys

Just trying to find my niche in the world, the place to take my walk on the wild side. Been browsing eBay (I, know, I know, you can't buy a man on eBay...yet!) but I saw this ranch for sale (so I'm crazy, Shoot me.) And then I came across this picture of a cowboy and I can't get him out of my mind. Talk about instant horny. I've always played it so safe, but y'all gave me the courage to push the envelope. Don't you think this guy is worth looking for?

Hugs from Autumn

Anyone for Asian men?

I must be in a rut. Or something. Anyway, I thought about having a few cosmetic procedures and I went to the best doctors in L.A. Sung and Roubiere have done the best in the business.
So should I have it done?
And even more - Dr. John Sung! I've never met him but I've had a thing about Asian men forever, and if he becomes my doctor, he's forever out of reach.
There are more men in the sea, I suppose, but this one - oh baby! Not that I'd have a chance, he's ten years younger than me and I'm not what I used to be.
Time was I was really confident about my looks, despite being surrounded by some of the most beautiful women in the world. Now, I dunno, I've lived quietly for the last five years, and opening that door again scares me.
But having somewhere to confess it is sooo good!

Edie.

I'm so inspired by the pictures you guys are posting, that I've decided to find my "dream man" pic, too. I appear to be a bit more sedate in my tastes, but I'm sure you all will change that over time. In fact, I'm counting on it!

The List

I know Monica challenged us all to try to find a younger man to play with, but I have to tell you girls, the list I've compiled of 'possibles' is pathetic. You know me--I'm overthinking this. I'm only writing down the names of guys I think I actually have a shot at attracting and it's become apparent my self-esteem took a harder hit in the divorce from the asshole than I realized. This list is depressing. Why can't I ever find and seduce a guy who looks like this one?

Rachel

Another Friday Night and I Ain't Got Nobody

This is it. Another Friday night in front of the computer staring at younger men has convinced me it's time. No more fantasies. I want the real deal. So, put your money where your mouth is, ladies. Or where your blog is. ;-) Let's do this! I challenge each of you, and me, too, to go out there and find a younger man to make our fantasies come true. No more dreaming. Let's live, live, live!

RomantiCon Rocked!!

Hi ladies! I miss you guys already. :-(

I had so much fun with you last weekend at RomantiCon. Weren't those cover models gorgeous? I'm still mad that I didn't win the dance contest, but the truth is Holly was the best dancer there! How could she go wrong dancing with that hottie Taylor? lol

Stevie and I drove home to North Carolina and the drive through the mountains was beautiful. We laughed the whole way about how we met the first night. Cam, your psychedelic sixties costume was HOT! I'm sorry I spilled a glass of wine all over myself and Rachel, but at least it wasn't all over your sexy outfit. And thank you again, Autumn, for the napkins, and Cam for the replacement wine. Oh, and Elizabeth thank you for making sure Stevie didn't choke she was laughing so hard at me. That'll teach me to ogle young, sexy cover models instead of watching where I'm going. Wait a minute. No it won't! Isn't that what this blog is all about?

One of these days I'm going to have to go out and make my younger man fantasies a reality, but for now I thought I'd post some pictures. I'm going through cover model withdrawal.

Play It Again, Sam Coming Oct. 16th from Ellora's Cave

Let the Cougar Challenge begin!

Monica Allen has always been attracted to younger men. She even married one. But after the divorce she thought she was through with them for good. Then she met a group of ladies at RomantiCon and they formed a blog celebrating younger men, Tempt the Cougar.

After another lonely Friday night, Monica challenges her friends to each find a younger man to make their fantasies come true. She doesn’t have to marry him—been there, done that, threw away the t-shirt. But for a night of hot sex? Hell yes.

But Sam Lincoln refuses to be just a fantasy. He’s a graduate student with a yen for older women and he may have just found the one to make his own fantasies come true. With a little help from his roommate Josh, Sam fulfills Monica’s deepest desires. Can he convince this sexy cougar to give him a chance at happily ever after?

*Check back next week for Monica's first blog post. And some man-candy, of course!

Toss your inhibitions and release your inner wild woman

Coming Soon from Ellora's Cave!!

Seven of the wildest women of erotic romance pull out all the stops in a series about women who dare to take the challenge and experience the delights of sex with a younger man. Women who cast off their cloaks of conventionality and indulge their inner wild woman.

Stay tuned for updates!