Scooting further into Wannabe-Cougar Status: LGB’s Kryptonite

What is it about teenage boys that makes them so dangerous to me? Most of the time, I make my way through life just fine, thank you very much! But every once in a while I am like a deer in headlights… and the car speeding towards me is a super-hot young thing and for some reason I just can’t damn tear myself away.

I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that even after all these years I am still enthralled with the beauty that is my husband. I think he’s gorgeous, and he makes my heart go pittypattypat all aflutter stutter with his super-long lovely lashes, caramel honey eyes, luscious lips, smooth skin, perfectly maintained and manicured nails, and svelte body. He’s always been oh, I dunno… 60-100lbs smaller than me from the time I’ve known him. Sometimes more, sometimes less, and it drives me absolutely insane with lust. I have no idea why, but it does. He has a sense of style that makes me trust his judgment even more than my own at times. He is stunning, and intelligent, and an intellectual, and passionate about the things he cares about in a way that makes me melt. He is a plethora of knowledge and more than capable of carrying on a conversation with others on a slew of topics, and these are all things that drive me insane with lust if other men have them as well.

So how does all that relate to younger or even teenie bopper hotties? Well, I have this almost fetish-like lust for the perpetually playful as well. Many men tend to lose that with age, and they become hardened and jaded. They also become less curious about the world at large, and I love learning things and can’t ever imagine getting to a point where I no longer wish to discover what else there is to know.

But the main reason I love young guys: long hair and skinny jeans. OH. My. GOD. Now, my hubbykins would never be caught dead in those skinny jeans, LOL. But sometimes he does get to grow his hair out ‘til it gets a bit shaggy and I *love* it. And… although I think most men now might’ve been comfy wearing skinny jeans in the 80s, they totally won’t rock them now. Young guys don’t seem to mind one bit. I like those that don’t rock the skinny jeans too LOL. Emo/scene/goth/industrial/punk/whatever=all good with me. I would say urban, but sagging below the ass makes my skin boil in a NOT so good way. It pisses me off and usually comes with a disgustingly disrespectful attitude. Sorry for the generalization/stereotype but I have yet to be impressed.

The only thing that continues to bother me as I move further into my Wannabe-Cougar Status is that a lot of times, there is an uncertainty, or an insecurity, on the young guy’s part. He isn’t really sure that he actually LIKES( bigger girls, black girls, married girls, older girls, moms, teachers, fill in the blank with your fantasy here) whatever, but wants to try it out. He doesn’t really know if he CAN have sex with another man in the room. He can’t say for certain whether or not he’s able to commit to anything one way or another unless he and I can get together alone first. UGH. So annoying! And so sad.  Still, I want to bite them so badly. They’re scrumptious!
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Boys are yummy :)

I'm not sure what it is about twinks, or "lambchops", as my dear friend Cyravance calls them (she totally coined that term, so it's her trademark and I'm borrowing it lol!), that makes me so darn attracted to them.  If you're not sure what a twink is, please check out Urban Dictionary or watch the following video of my biggest boytoy crush EVER, courtesy of my most fave pornsite ever, Xtube.  He goes by TheCandySpookie on there, and has no idea who I even am because in true stalker-girl crush fashion, I perv his things in secret every flippin' chance I get.  And I rub my clit furiously while I watch him and his lil' pretty lovely friends fuck each other senseless.  It's great stuff, I promise! :)



Wwwwheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!  Alright now calm down your breathing, lick your cum off your fingers, and finish reading. :)

I don't know what it is that makes me so ridiculously attracted to that.  To those types of guys.  God help me if they are emo, goth, skater, hipster, or scene in any kind of way.  Beautiful boys make my brain do crazy things such as NOT think.  I turn into a blabbering, stammering idiot unable to form sentences or even the most remote traces of coherent thought.  It's quite sad, but also quite true.  My husband?  Oh, he is totally twink city.  Now, don't let him know *I* said that!  But he is!!!  Gorgeous, yummy, svelte, lovely boy goodness.  Just thinking of him makes me want to get up from here right this second, run into the room and take a bite before I type another word of this blog LOL!  In fact...

Wait, wait! See what just happened there?  Blubbering idiot me when I have something important to do. *sigh*

The point of today's blog is to ask you ask I ask myself, what truly dictates our sense of pure attraction? 

Last night we had excellent conversation with several sexy people (which comes as no surprise... we were at a sex club after all LOL).  But the surprise is this:  one of the most attractive men there was a BHM: Big Handsome Man.  Now, I'm not stating at all that I've never been attracted to big guys.  That'd be a lie.  The reason this surprises me is the *bigness* of this big guy.  I mean, he was a BIG big guy... and he was REALLY handsome.  But not only was he big and handsome, he was all those other things that we girls love about guys that make us melt!  He was witty and charming, charismatic and sweet, courteous, intelligent, and an excellent conversationalist that kept both myself AND my husband entertained.  Now *that* was the biggest surprise of 'em all, folks.  Usually, there isn't much genuine interest in the art of conversing with others when you're surrounded by swingers LOL!  But here's this really big, really handsome, really awesome guy... and he never made neither myself nor my husband feel awkward the entire two hours we spent hanging out with him.  I am still amazed.  It was fantastic, and I'm really glad we met him. :)

The dilemma, though?  I tried to picture how actual sex would go, and I couldn't.  I can't.  I know that it could happen... but as a BIG GIRL myself, I'm not sure how one might go about it?  And I mean that in the most non-rude, non-vicious way possible.  I genuinely don't know.  My love for twinks means the biggest guy I ever had sex with was muscular-lookin' football player size.  If the big guy weren't so devilishly handsome, I'd feel vain and guilty for that statement... but I don't feel an ounce of guilt because I'm writing this seriously, folks.  So basically if you have any input whatsoever, it'd be genuinely appreciated! :)  I'm just such a curious kitty... I have to know if/how this can be done!