Cougar Shame

Theres a cougar in every woman . . . waiting. Mature Georgette, no different. Formed in her stamp, hidden deep within, the fascination that would change her life forever. All to a vehement fever that went unchecked for years. Such was this irresistible desire to delight in men her junior . . . building . . . that it eventually took control. Overnight dawned a cougar rampant. Hungry, she set out for the hunt up of one such boyalone in the springtime of his life. The sultry warmth in her eyes priming only the dreamboats with her flaunt displays of tempting fullness. Where to draw the line? Any shame merely vanity while the willingness was all her. Desperate to embrace reciprocal love . . . she paraded the hotspots in search for a thrall of love so special, so real that for the first time, shed be spirited away. Hes out there and by damn, shes going to find him.