MILFS & Cougars (fm:adultery, 2355 words) [1/2] show all parts

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Knees down, and maybe a good time crawling. One thing I learned from the two years of yoloing is that the best sex is a play of passion and power.

Assert or be taken.

There is no right or wrong. Whatever gets you high, your kinks and fetishes, is all good. This is the one time you can release the ropes binding you and be free; or you could have strings attached if that's your thing.

"Meeting a MILF has always been my dream." The nice ones would say that. What they really want to do is fuck that older woman and check that box.

There are two types of guys — the subs and the doms.

The submissive want to be led and eaten.

"I eat young men for breakfast," I'd tell them. That always got them excited. Imaginations running wild. My wet mouth on their hard cocks, sucking and licking with my puppy tongue. Running my fingers up and down their shafts, and then grabbing their balls with my hands and squeezing, their lips puckering up. A low groan escaping their throats.

I am a cougar, and a MILF. A deadly sexy combo adding Asian to it. I'm their dreams come true, Japanese porn alive. Big boobs and ass, an hourglass meant to be grabbed.

Many have never heard of the term — cougar. Neither did I when I first started. MILF, on the other hand, everyone knew.

The first time I heard that MILF was in American Pie — when Finch slept with Stifler's mom. It was a dumb, sexy movie that resonated with all of us growing up in that era, and though she wasn't a looker, there was something really naughty and exciting about it.

Sometimes, I slip up, revealing our differences generations apart. I try not to because I didn't want to be reminded of the years, preferring to match minds and bodies than what society expects.

Initially, when I started dating, my age range was 25-35 years. Hanging out with moms who are thirty-five made me realize I was no different and perhaps even younger in thinking. I got along well with my kids, sharing in their media and way of thought. Because I like reading, social media, and music, I belonged to a generation that was not my own. Adding to the Asian fountain of youth, I could pass off as being in my early thirties.

Ageism is bull crap.

We live in a world where stereotypes need to be abolished. High-speed Wi-Fi and smartphone screens tore down the walls of society, countries, and traditions. Indeed, the old ways are breaking. Thanks to the Internet and social media, the young are now growing older, and the rest of us and our lives before are swept under the rug. It is hard to imagine there was a time when cell phones didn't exist.

"I don't know why or when I started liking older, mature women," L said. He was twenty-three when I first met him on BB. A Korean guy from Busan. His English wasn't the best, but good enough for sex talks and translators.

His pics were super hot-cute, and his profile was unusual because it targeted older women. It was a bait I couldn't resist. At that time, I was also chatting with a twenty-three-year-old vet student on Hinge. He, too, was also into MILFs, and loved the sexy stories I told.

The thrill of chatting with them was irresistible. In another time or place, our circles wouldn't have connected. The chances of us ever meeting were close to zero, but at this time, with dating apps, social norms meant nothing.

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Medellin writes Thu 17 Apr 2025 07:09:

I like the style - I am intrigued and wait for the conclusion

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