Cougars are where it’s at. I used to hate the term, especially when it was applied to me, but now I’ve grown into the label coined by a sexually frustrated society. Frustrated, I’m not. It doesn’t matter where I go, I get my choice of any young hunk available. Even when I’m not on the prowl they approach me. Since joining Easydater I’ve sharpened my claws on many a young man’s headboard. I teach them what they need to know, and they practice on me until they get it right. With all the fresh young things running around these days, you’d think I’d never get bored. Well, I didn’t get bored, but I got hooked on one in particular. That can be dangerous for a feline like myself, but I ignored all the warning signs and fell head over heels for a 26 year old stud muffin. It lasted for three months, three wonderful months of sex in the morning, at noon, after dinner, and at night. We made love in every room in my condo, and on a moonlit beach in Jamaica four nights in a row. He knew a few things when we met, and with my guidance he perfected his techniques. I was having the time of my life. But all good things come to an end, and he left me one rainy afternoon. I moped for a few days, then decided I’d spent enough time crying over spilt milk. That day I set out to capture a new conquest. It didn’t take very long at the Easydater site to find another soft young thing to mold into an incredible lover. We set a dinner date, and when the evening came I waited alone at the table all night, and was still alone when all the customers had left. Stood up! I just couldn’t take another rejection like that so fast, and the champagne and filet mignon weren’t enough to lift my mood. So I decided to lift my skirt. There was a house band playing, some corny lounge music. I looked over for the first time that night, eyeing up the group before I set my target. The tall one waved to me. He was very handsome, young, and athletic looking. He was playing the violin, and come to think of it, he looked a lot like my missing date...