Hello. My name is Darci and I’m a cougar. Well, a cougar wannabe. Actually, that’s not right either. Let me start again. G’day. I’m Darci, I’m Australian and my friend Rachel Bridges just laid down a challenge I can’t possibly refuse. Before I even knew I had a thing for younger men, Rach did (she’s quite intelligent, isn’t she?).
After only a few telephone conversations, Rachel realized what I needed and sent me the best kick up the butt I could ask for (although I’m still in shock that she did *grin*)—an invitation to join this blog and the amazing women on it.
Why the hell can’t a woman in her forties have the best sex of her life with a man in his twenties? Who decided we have to settle for the saggy-bottomed, remote-hogging men of our own age? Why the hell do I feel guilty when I flirt with a younger man?
Enough, I say! I want what society has long said I can’t have, dammit!
Rachel, I accept your challenge. This Cougar Down Under is ready to be tempted.
Darci-Rae
(BTW—I hope you like the pictures of some very delicious Aussie “cubs” I’ve included.)
(BTW, again. Is it PC to use the term “cub” or am I just bowing to the media’s latest manipulation of the English language?)
ooo I think you hug her! Some of us have found bliss with our man of choice. Not sure how mine would appreciate being called a cub!
ReplyDeleteOkay, he says he likes it, and what am I doing at the laptop when I could be doing something far more interesting?
Go for it, Rachel, get your man! Or cub!
Oh, YUM! Those are some hot hunks you have down under, love.
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