Here we go again

I want to be more than friends. 

Was that what he was implying? Are we fated in our prior lives? Or was he a sweet talker and love bomber?

Having been bitten more than I could chew, you’d think I’d think twice and more with two years under my belt.

“You’re naive,” H said. “That’s just the way you are.”

“You are too good. You are too nice. So damn sexy. I want to be friends with you for a really, really long time. ” Many guys have said before, and minutes later, these same double twisters pull out the chainsaw.

“We’ll start with you hurting me first,” this new guy said. 

Refreshing.

“How can I hurt you when you don’t know me?” I said.

“You are meant for me.” Dark eyes stared down. “I’m very picky.”

Words that could work on any girl. Heart a-fluttering.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t trust anyone anymore,” I replied.

This guy was too sexy right from the get-go. A week before my flight, I saw him on Hinge and got the tingles just listening to his recorded voice.

I wasn’t gonna fall for this again. My quest to find that perfect pervert got close once, till I was burned.

I didn’t blame the first guy. I broke him as he broke me. Read ‘Stuffed’ for details.

Again and again, in that merry-go-round hunt and prance, I was no better than I was when I first started. Looking back, as the loop connected, I was better off at first than I am now. At least then, I had a clear goal and knew what I wanted.

Perverts united, perverts ruled.

I wasn’t a teacher. I was no one’s mommy. I had needs and sought like-minded horny guys to fulfill them. 

Was there such a thing as a sexual mind match? Mind, body, and sexy soul? Was it possible for people to find more than one best match and mate? Or is this attraction going to fizzle out as fast as it struck? 

The match was lit. How long would this new fire burn?

“I wish I had met you a month before you leave,” he said.

“Yes. Me too.”

In that month, we could have satisfied everything buried in us. Multiple orgasms and mind-blowing sex later, we could be normal people. Finally, we are getting all that angst out of our heads and from every nook and cranny of ourselves. Experiment as we want and do all the things we could only dream of for the longest time.

He’d be my best partner. Refreshing and willing. The master that this pet needed. The animal that bit my breasts and inner thighs, leaving marks and bruises for a week. 

“They’re huge!” I told him. “Anyone who sees these will know what you did.”

“Let them see.” He smirked.

Yeah, he knew what he wanted. He marked me, and any guys who came after would be seconds.

“You’re a cannibal. You’re eating me alive!” I sighed. 

His smirk was beyond sexy. It drove me insane. These two months in Asia will be the longest test for something that has barely started. 

“For once, I didn’t want to go,” I told him, teary-eyed, the day before. Even H wouldn’t believe this if I told him. 

Korea is my Mecca, and I’ll always crave it. It is the one place that I set my mind on after summer ended. A goal to aim for the rest of the year till next summer comes. Maybe, when I return home this year, I won’t pine for Korea anymore. 

“You’re always obsessive,” H said. “Always too passionate, sprinting without thinking until you fall.”

Yes, I’m a butt person. Inside and out. And my next fixation could be dirty, hot Chinese guys.

And so this is my confession to you — my sexy, racy perv — the animal who left his virus in me. Poison is turning my blood into yours. Two monsters in a world of sanity. You match all my needs, and I, Milfy Cougar, am bitten and caught by you, an unexpected, seemingly casual, friendly guy. 

We are more than what others perceive. There is a dark attraction and animal instinct in all of us. The question is how much of that raw hunger exists and how beaten down we are by our society, culture, and lives to be free.

I want some more. So, I’ll let you take a bite of my ass tonight. 

I met Animal Guy at the meeting place where almost every guy I chatted with met. It was a coffee shop with many restaurants and a dark and scarcely used parking garage at the back. 

I knew this place like the back of my hand. It was my playbook for securing my prey, neat and tidy, in a bundle, ready to be savored. 

I eat young men for breakfast, lunch, and maybe dinner. 

It used to be fun. Watching these guys turn from innocence into ragged, mindlessly horny animals, wanting to strip my clothes off and using me to feed their hunger.

The last year mellowed. The young ones dragged down by life weren’t as passionate as I hoped, and with each conquest, my flames slowly dissipated. 

The animal guy brought it back again. He found me hiding and made sex fun. The chemicals are kicking in — hot and heavy, hands and teeth.

His arms had the habit of wrapping my shoulders and squeezing me against his chest. It was our first meeting, and we were strolling like lovers in a park. His eyes never left my face. Every second I breathed and glanced over, his eyes were there, on me.

“Why are you staring at me?” I asked.

“Why aren’t you using your cougar’s playbook on me?” He asked.

“Because I don’t want to,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Do you want to be like the others?” I asked.

“No. But I’m curious.”

“Please me, and I’ll show you some,” I giggled. I didn’t tell him that I thought he was too special for that and that it wasn’t necessary to test him because I already knew he’d fit.