It’s a branding. To some, an insult…to most, an underlying compliment that we publicly dismiss “because it sounds bad.” To others, it’s a clear name for exactly what we are. Women who know what we want and can still get it. It’s all about us…our wants…our needs. We dumped our inhibitions 15 years ago so don’t argue with us because we’ll scratch. If you’re asked to leave before the sun rises, that means tie you shoes while walking out the back door, and yes, I mean the back door. If I want you, I’ll call you. If I don’t, it’s probably because I’ve decided that I want your daddy. Bad? You have no idea…
I’m 4* years old. I’m a successful writer and a single mother. MILF. That’s so lame. I work hard. I play hard. My website is read around the world and written in six different languages. I have everyone from beautiful women to nude, male models half my age trying to contact me. I never name names but I always get who I want, when I want. Always. I decide who, when and where. Whether it’s in Alabama or Argentina. I dress in thigh highs and tight bustieres that one may never get to see, but it makes me feel sexy, and again, it’s all about ME. My stilettos would pierce your heart if I stepped on you, so don’t lie down unless I tell you to. When’s the last time you heard of a cougar asking what you thought before they devoured you? That’s because we don’t want you to think. Just do as you’re told and leave when you’re asked. We are polite. Ladies in the living room…vixens in our chambers. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. I’m really busy.
Pittsburgh is a great Cougar-town. Capital Grille and Hyde Park are probably your best shots if you’re swinging for a man with money. Three martinis and they’d give you their social security number. Too easy and, again, we usually have our own money. We don’t want paid…we want laid. Bosanova is another hot spot for Cougar’z on the hunt.
Both places are classy and have beautifully designed atmospheres that showcase excellent menus, wine cellars and, valet parking after 5 pm. Cougar’z always valet park. We don’t cross a street…ever…for anything. We wear open toe-heals in eight inches of snow because, well, mainly because we can, but because entrance and access are always made available for us. Always. Not because we’re old, but because we’re hot…and we know it and they know it.
My introduction to the United Kingdom of Cougar’z was when I got stuck in Sarasota, Florida. I met a young man twenty three years younger than me at the station where they housed private jets. When I discovered our plane would be unexpectedly grounded for repairs during the next three days, I stayed at a beautiful hotel on the beach. I wanted to know more about him, so I called the airport and within an hour, he was at my door.
He was breathtaking. Crystal blue eyes, short hair, and broad shoulders with hands the size of baseball mits. We had room service…many times. What we did with the fruit was probably illegal in nine countries, but it was MY room. We walked the beach every morning. We watched the sunset from my balcony for the next two nights. We talked about things that seemed to range somewhere in the middle of where we both were in life. When the call came that the jet was ready, I left and never saw him again. We talk a few times a year, but not often. Seeing him again may ruin what we shared as it was most certainly not something on which we could ever build and deep down, we both knew that. It was what it was and that was perfect for the both of us. Cougar’z always leave…
Cougar’z shopping is much more complicated than simply buying a matching outfit at the standard boutique.
Cougar’z don’t wear “outfits,” we wear “gear.” We dress ready to pounce. Whether we want to dance in our leather panties and strapless bras or simply want to leave you guessing…it’s up to us, but make no mistake, we have it on all the time.
Sexually, we are completely uninhibited. Socially, we are engaging and delightful when we recognize that we are in talented company. We are respectful and demand that in return. If a cougar drinks too much, she’s a lush…not a Cougar. Different breed of cat. Cougar’z are cunning, but we’d never hurt you. We are demanding, but we silently give more than we receive. We are grateful and happy with who we are inside so you’d learn a lot simply by watching and listening. Our silence is deafening as we were taught to “capture someone’s attention simply by whispering…”
