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.
(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?)(BTW, one last time. I babble. A lot. Sorry.)