Why become a mature woman called Cougar if she dates a younger man?
for decades We have seen older men date younger women, without that they get a predicate on the reason?
Apparently, we have become accustomed to it, especially when it comes to the rich and famous.
self-Confident, selvfede and tough men show themselves forward with brystbombe-babes on his arm.
I have datet several young men through the time. Very young. So young that some of my friends began to call me for Cougar, when I told them about my hot scores.
Occasionally I have asked myself whether I just got tightened up in the time machine, a cog too much.
I knew in advance that they were too young to enter into a serious relationship with. There was the age difference too big. And the younger guys were not at all ready to bind to a mature partner.
They were naturally driven by their curiosity about experienced sex.
At one time I had earned a ass of money on a work project and decided to use the money to travel to the south of France. I had decided to rent an apartment and stay there for half a year’s time.
Just linger around, live in the moment and let the new experiences reveal himself to me.
Every day I went down to the local beach, swam in the sea and loved to lie on the rocks and soaking up the sun.
It was fun to lie down and look at the local life. Most of those who were there were not tourists, but local French of all ages – both women and men.
One of them, I quickly saw, was a very beautifully carved, and the young adonis. He undressed me with his eyes, even though I only had a small bikini on, not hidden, my well-groomed body.
There was no doubt that he was laid up for a rendezvous with me.
I lived not far from the beach, and a late afternoon after a long hot day at the beach, I gave him permission to follow me home.
We had barely got in the door before he peeled sommerkjolen of me. We kissed intensely, and there was sucked and licked to the big gold medal. He was allowed to take me right there, in the middle of the floor in the hall. He was well-armed, and even though he was so young, he was already a natural talent udi erotic elskovskunst.
We were dating for a period, and one evening he invited me home to himself with some of his peers and friends. I had not really thought about it, but of course he was not yet left home.
We met with his friends and drove together in a few cars. They were nice enough young people, but they took very nicely against me.
We arrived to a big flashy house in a velfriseret residential area in the outskirts of the city.
As we walked through the house, past an indoor swimming pool and out onto a large terrace, stood the young guy’s parents ready to greet nicely on us. We stood in line to give them the hand.
When it was my turn to greet, I could see his parents ‘ puzzled glances when they saw me.
The thought certainly is: What in the world makes the adult woman together with all the young people?
It was a bizarre and awkward situation.
nevertheless, I said yes to participate in the young people planned a karaoke competition.
We drank home-made cocktails, while I sang Gloria Gaynor’s; ‘I will survive’, with my altstemme.
My young adonis and his friends sat open-mouthed and clapped in rhythm to my performance.
To my surprise, I won the vocal competition, and the prize was one of his parents ‘ expensive sculptures.
I should probably rather send the prize to return, his parents were reluctant to believe that I was a ungdomskleptoman.
