A stunning, mature woman discovers she can learn a few new tricks from a young, male suitor.

I’m a woman in my early forties — we’ll leave the number vague like that — and I have always had a thing for younger men. This works out well for me, because there is something about my attitude, or possibly my aura, that draws those young studs to my side. Working out regularly has kept my figure taut. The only real signs of my age are the slim silver streaks in my ebony hair and a few interesting lines at the corners of my hazel eyes. I don’t mind the lines. They show I’m not afraid to smile.

Some might call me a “cougar,” but I consider myself more of a lion tamer. The men I choose are the animals in the ring. They come to me with their sinewy haunches and lean lines. They growl and... Read More