Jaqui Taylor - Wild Cougar Confessions: The True Sexual Adventures of a Woman on the Prowl

WILD COUGAR CONFESSIONS

The True Sexual Adventures of a Woman on the Prowl

Book One

This book is the first of a series. It is a work of creative non-fiction. The names and some identifying characteristics of the people in these stories have been changed. Otherwise, it is all true.

Jaqui Taylor. All Rights Reserved.

Hello, Im Jaqui and Im a Cougar.

Ha! Jaquis not my real name and Im not ashamed of being a cougar. But Im not telling my real name. Why? Well thats none of your beeswax. Just call me Jaqui. Pronounced Jakee. Im about to tell you all my business. Dont worry, I wont leave out the juicy parts. Its all juicy parts. Get out your tea.

A few years ago, after my husband walked out for reasons too boring to tell, I decided to stop following the rules. I was a church going, well mannered, no drama, no nonsense professional woman who knew how to cross her legs at the ankle and bake a mean pound cake. I had followed all the rules and found myself over 40 in the middle of a recession with a failed business and failed marriage and starting from scratch. I said to myself, Well, damn! If this is what being good gets me, Im gonna try being bad. Of course me, being the type A go getter that I am, I couldnt just half ass the badness, I had to give it 110%. The results were so amazing, I had to tell somebody about it. So Im telling you.

The events here are true accounts, and I am giving you a front-row seat to the action. Welcome to the Cougar Chronicles.

Im 41 in 2010, the year of our Lord. Oh dang, shouldnt be mentioning Him since the first thing Im gonna tell you about myself is that I like to fuck young men. I always have, and I think I always will. Back in my twenties and early thirties, I was eyeing the teenagers with their wild, hungry eyes, brand new raging hormones and Weeble woodys-- Weebles wobble but they dont fall down. I used to think that was a problem, that I was some sort of pedophile. I dont anymore, now that I know what it was that attracted me. It was that raw male energy, all shiny and new. Its what I like about the twenty-something men now. Men my age seem to lose some of that. They slow down and get comfortable and predictable and they dont want to fuck as much. Some older guys claim that they are still just as energetic as they were when they were younger, but I wouldnt know. Ive never been with a man over 32in my life. For real. I just dont get all hot and sweaty with a guy my age. I dont have father issues. I have a great dad. Hes all daddy-like. Big, and manly. Good provider, stable, dependable and all. Now... Back to the matter at hand.

I like to fuck. Period. I didnt always have this big sex drive. You know, wanting it every day, at all times of the day and night. It happened all of a sudden. It all started on a tropical island, actually. Yeah... some dramatic movie-type shit.

I went to the Caribbean. Oh, the men on this island. Oh! The music was playing and the alcohol was flowing and they were smiling at me with their white teeth and their pretty accents and those tight round butts in those white resort pants. Oh! At this point, I hadnt had any in over a year. My husband walked out after we came to a semi-amiable agreement that we shouldnt be married any more. I wont go into it. Maybe later, not now. Back to the tropical island. Oh! The beautiful tropical men!

So my girlfriend who went with me (and who happens to also be from this tropical island) introduced me to one of the beautiful men. We hit it off right away and his conversation was so intoxicating. Never mind that I was already intoxicated. He was such a good conversationalist, he talked my panties right off! The sex was just so-so, but something happened that night. He hit the circuit breaker on my dead libido.

I didnt know what was happening to me. I felt like I was falling in love with him and with every man on the resort. I was confused and a little frightened. I later found out that the drinks I had were mixed with ancient aphrodisiacs. But horny must have stowed away in my bag, because it came home with me. I woke up horny. I went to bed horny. I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner horny. The sun was brighter, the birds chirped louder and I suddenly noticed all the nice butts, biceps, beards and mustaches framing luscious lips, deep voices, big hands (and feet), the smiles and shining eyes of young men all around me who were just brimming with that raw male energy. I had been starving and suddenly found myself in the middle of a buffet. I was gonna eat and eat and eat.

And Im still eating. The buffet of young men who want older women is huge. I dont see the end of it yet, especially since Ive discovered Craigslist. I put an ad on the casual encounters section and I get literally hundreds of emails from horny young men. I pick out the best ones and audition them. Good thing I work out regularly. When Im done with them, I go back to the buffet table (Craigslist) for another serving.

I dont like to brag, but I look very good for my age. People are usually shocked when I tell them. They usually put me in my late twenties, early thirties at the most. I also dont have kids. So you wont be hearing about any baby sitter difficulties or Whoops, little Johnnie caught Mommy with the mailman stories.

Which is why Im not a MILF. I dont like that term because it comes from a mans perspective. This is my horny world and men are just squirrels looking for a nut. I am a proud cougar. I dont frequent bars looking for prey in a silly 21 year-old hoochie outfit. I really dont have to do much but look sexy, know what I want and be bold about saying it. I am loose and shameless. The true meaning of loose is unbound. I am no longer bound by the conventional ideas about how women should behave. I am shameless. There is no reason I should be ashamed. I am harming no one. In fact, I am bringing more pleasure to the world and, most importantly, to myself.

So, my name is Jaqui and I like to fuck young men and Im going to do it as much as I want and tell you all about it. Well, Im not gonna tell you ALL the details. You have to use your imagination.

WHY CRAIGSLIST?

Before I get too far into the story, I want to explain why I used Craigslist to find my prospects.

There was this article in the New York Times about the Craigslist personals which describes users of the casual encounters section as the erotic underbelly of society, rife with narcissistic sociopaths. It describes the women as sad, pathetic losers who advertise for hookups because its the only way they can find companionship. The article was prompted, I suppose, by the murders of two people who posted ads in the adult services section, which is much different from casual encounters. Adult services is pay for play. Casual encounters is I dont want to meet your parents, I just want to fuck. They got rid of the adult services section because it was a haven for human trafficking.

I read the comments after the article, because I am always curious about what people think of others using the site. Several people talked about how sex should be between a married man and woman. Others said anyone who used the internet to find sex was stupid and asking to be killed. Others wanted to know why the users couldnt just find sex partners the old-fashioned way, like in clubs or bars. Or old-fashioned courtship. Then there were the comments about STDs and random multiple partners. Some people seemed really angry about it.

So I thought I should tell you why I use Craigslist, just in case you were wondering. I think it is fabulous and I wish Id thought of it before. I was raised to believe that sex should occur only within the confines of marriage. But Pussy never agreed with that rule. I think most people disagree with the rule, under their underwear.