Kinky Cougar Slut - Foreplay

No star is ever lost we once have seen

We always may be what we might have been - Adelaide Anne Procter

Foreplay

Kinky, ˈkiNGkē, adj, "given to unusual sexual behavior"

Cougar, kü-gər, n, "an older woman who seeks sexual relationships with much younger men"

Slut, sluht, n, "a promiscuous person; someone who has many sexual partners --usually used of a woman"

I am living a miracle. I am a 75-year-old woman. At least that's what my driver's license and birth certificate say. My body and my libido say I'm 40, even 30. I'm single. And I love sex. Sex with men. Sex with women. Sex especially with much younger men and women. In the recent 24 months I have dated over 200 men and had sex with, "slept with", I won't mince my words, fucked and been fucked by, 150 men, and some women, and some couples, in their 20's, 30's, 40's, 50's, and even some "older" men in their 60's. Not just "sex", but adventurous, swinging, energetic, exciting sex. Sometimes two, even three different "dates" in one day. Sometimes two or even three men or women at once. Sometimes, one after the other. Threesomes. Foursomes. Group sex. Sometimes with a bit of kink. All fun! I love experiences. That means I'm a

Unicorn - n, "a single female interested in meeting other couples. Described as such due to the rarity of finding said females. By no means derogatory but quite the opposite, a rare treat."

I glow from the inside.

This is my story. It is true. I am real. I wasn't always this sexually adventurous, far from it. It wasn't until recently, until... well, I will tell that story later. I choose to embrace being a slut. At least I try. Am I, as a woman, allowed to love uninhibited sex? Are women allowed "free love"? "Stop slut-shaming yourself," my therapist advised. I started seeing her at the time my marriage was unraveling.

"Good girls don't do this," I explored.

"You enjoy it and no one is being hurt," she responded. Oh, how I enjoy it! Sex energizes me. Charges my batteries. Gooses my liver. Feeds my hunger. Fills me to the brim. Connects me to people, intimately. I am a sexual extrovert. So I reject the pejorative innuendo of being a slut. Rationally at least. Still, from time to time, the little girl in my head, or maybe it's the drumbeat message of a patriarchal society, whispers, "Good girls don't do this." I persist: Sex is healthy. It feels wonderful. It is liberating. It is powerful. It is human. It is biological. I own my body. I own my choices. I own my joy. I have never been physically hurt in any sexual encounter, or felt in any physical danger (though as a woman I am always on alert).

Ah, but covid! Yes, a definite crimp in my style, to say the least. Especially without a covid fuck buddy. I found some work-arounds. More about those later. And the vaccine, when it finally came, was a savior! As I began writing this, we were going into our third, omicron wave. Hopefully short-lived. Though that's what everyone said more than two years ago, as I was sitting in a lovely French restaurant with a hot, younger, married man the day before lockdown and we....

Before you dismiss me out of hand, let me say I'm not about just sex. I also love kissing and touching and hugging and caressing and cuddling and spooning and.... I am a very physical, sensual woman. I also love to make love, which is a very different feeling than "having sex". Not necessarily better, but truly a different experience. It all feels so wonderful. There is something special about sex, whether "having sex" or "making love". For me, it's.... well, "Sex for you is like breathing," Glen said to me. It's true, now. And it's not just the physical for me. I am an emotional, social, intellectual woman as well as a physical and sexual one. I love being active, dancing, walking, kayaking, playing sports, I love creating beauty, whether music, painting, or gardening my flowers. I have a professional career, an advanced degree. If I wanted, I could fuck a different man every day, probably two a day. But I don't. Ok, not every day. I'm not going for any type of Wilt Chamberlain record. I don't even bother to respond online to hot guys, who "Hey, sexy, wanna fuck" me. Well, usually not.

I am looking for substance, at least some substance and at least some of the time. People to spend quality time with, intimate conversation, dinner, walks, movies. Friendship. Companionship. People I care about. And who care about me. Maybe even love. Maybe. I have a bunch of FWBs, Friends with Benefits, whom I see regularly or occasionally, with whom I have a "relationship", for both sex and companionship, even with some a caring friendship. And I have some fuck buddies I can call on for an hour romp. My Stable of Studs. They range in age from 32 to 67. Some are married, some are single. Sometimes I feel I'm Irma La Douce, one regular for each day of the week. Wow! That would be ideal. Confession: none of them knows My Secrets.

The connection is enriching, but it's harder to find a good connection than good sex. So I'm fortunate that I do love sex. Judge me if you will, as promiscuous, immoral, amoral, desperate for attention or for love or for whatever. But I ask you, please, reserve your judgment until you've read my memoir. Come with me on my journey. Walk in my heels. Feel my Passion, my Lust, my Yearning, my Desire, my Excitement, my Arousal, my Pleasure, my Energy, my Power, my Liberation, my Authenticity, my Joy!

Why do I do this, you may be asking, all the "casual" sex. Partly, to make up for lost time as It's all new to me, since I've been single. Partly, it's the looming future - for how long can I keep this up, when will my body show signs of aging, when will my libido fade? It could be years, or months. But the simplest answer is, I love sex, for the many reasons I talk about in my memoir. Every guy is different. And needless to say, women are different from men. Every encounter is an experience, and I collect experiences. I love arousing the animal lust in a man, then letting him take me how he wants. I love showing off my body to him, sharing my body with him. I love feeling a hard cock deep inside me, feeling a man's muscular body against mine, feeling his lips on my body - pussy, tits, ears, neck, lips. I like guys who talk, hot and sexy, during sex, tell me what they are enjoying about my body and about what I am doing, about what they want. I love admiration for my body. And for my sexual skills.

Women have another, different feeling of urgency, softer lips, softer touch, unique taste. More on that later, I promise.

Another reason why is because I can. Yes, as few women, or men, of my age can. I'm often told, admiringly, "You look like you're 40. And you're as hot." And, "Killer body," said a personal trainer. "Your body is just like my college girlfriend's and she was 20!" Even "You have the body of an 18 year old." (That, I acknowledge, is hyperbole, or uttered in arousal, or flattery, but I accept it graciously nonetheless: "Thank you for the sweet compliment.") < photo> I am living a woman's deepest fantasy.

I'm good at sex, too. Very good, I'm told. "You are the best lover I've ever had" and "You are honestly one of the best fucks I've ever had," I hear often, "You're incredible!" And "Wow, the best blowjob!" I am eager. Very, very eager. My stomach is flat. My skin is soft. My ass is taut. My legs are shapely and toned. My breasts are firm (no bra needed). I love wearing lingerie, especially for the appreciative. (I've never modeled, except in private. Lol.) My ears, my neck, my nipples, even the soles of my feet are highly sensitive, delightfully responsive erogenous areas. My pussy is tight - so I'm told, excitedly, frequently. I deep throat. I love to orgasm with a hard clock in my mouth. I love having my pussy eaten. And I'm multi-orgasmic. ("If I were like you, I'd want sex all the time," Tim said in bed. He's not the only envious one. More on my orgasms later.) I love to swallow cum, feel it on my body, on my face, dripping down my thigh out of my pussy, dried on me overnight. I'm vocal (most men love that). It all really is A Gift. I'm blessed!

I must have a doppelgänger out there somewhere, a yang to my yin, a woman suffering all the slings of the age arrows that have missed me, that were intended for me, a woman bearing my aging burdens. I feel for her. Yet I am deeply grateful for the miracle, maybe the goddess, gracing me. This gift is one that must not be squandered. And so I believe in burning my candle at both ends. My motto is carpe diem ("seize the day"). I want to squeeze life by the throat and shake it for all it's worth. Leave nothing on the table. No regrets. One of my favorite quotes is from Lucille Ball: "I've never regretted anything I've done, I only regret things I didn't do." Words I live by.

Why do I do this, meaning write this Memoir? Reflection. Introspection. Validation, perhaps. Permission, possibly. I can recount my adventures with pleasure and with pride. I can overcome that little voice of shame with a sense of purpose, a purpose not just of Pleasure, not just of Liberation, not just of Authenticity, but a purpose of Sharing my Joy with the world, helping to tear down those societal walls of female sexual shame. Men are admired for their sexual prowess (consensual only please), women are unfairly shamed for their sexual adventurousness. I want to liberate Sluts from the social prison of Shame.

Yes, there are deeper emotional and psychological reasons for my "adventurousness." I will share those, too, with you, dear reader. And yes, I suffer emotional pain - frustration, disappointment, rejection, loss - but who doesn't in dating? Plus, like many of you, women especially I believe, I internalize these negative feelings - What did I do wrong? Did I send out bad vibes? What's wrong with me? But The Ecstasy far outweighs The Agony. I enjoy meeting people. Interesting people, and most people are interesting. In particular, sexy younger interesting people. And especially sexy younger interesting people who can fuck me real good. Welcome to my world, the brave new world of a Unicorn Kinky Cougar Slut.

Note: My sexual partners' names are changed, for privacy. And I write under a pseudonym, a nom de bloom, if you will, as I have a professional life and a family, who, while they know I date extensively and have sex often, do not know the nature and breadth of my adventures. I would not be ashamed if they all knew but I want to spare them from their own awkwardness or embarrassment. I also have My Secrets about me and my background that I rarely share with my sexual partners, though I will with you. I know, from my hurtful experience, that revealing My Secrets with a date is a decided Date Doomer.