Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 4

... opened, "Hey, morning."

"Morning? Why are you in my bed? It's Sunday."

He rested his head on his hand as he lay on his side, "You don't remember anything from last night?"

I searched my mind. I remembered coming home from the club. I remembered going inside and having a drink.

He chuckled. "Last night, I found you in the bar. You had quite a few drinks. You were listening to the same song over and over. Some old-school jam. He attempted to sing a few words.

I smiled, "Old school jam? That's a classic. Shania Twain."

"Oh yeah, I think I've heard of her."

"And you want my Sundays? If you don't know Shania Twain...how can I take you seriously."

"That is kind of before my time."

"Good music has no time. It lives on beyond us."

He smiled, "True."

"Seriously, you have to get going before any of the guys see you leaving my room."

"It's still early. They won't be up until at least noon," he said as he eased on top of me, "Ummm, there, see, you were waiting for me."

"Why are you so hard-headed, Danny?"

His strokes were slow and deep. "You can let me have at least one Sunday a month."

"Oh, God, yes."

"Yes?"

"No, just, yes. I like that."

"Please, Duchess." He pressed deeper. His mouth found my left nipple. I played in his hair.

"Yes. One Sunday a month. No one can find out."

He nodded and stroked evenly until I gasped quietly. He released into my yoni. He rolled off. I turned to him. He smiled, "I'll text the place where we're ...

... going to meet later."

I watched his fine ass leave the bed. His ass was sculpted. His back was insane. I shook my head. He put on his joggers and left the room.

I sat up. I rolled over to reach for my cell phone. I checked my messages. I had one from my oldest child, Simon Craddock, "Hey mum. I miss you. I can't wait to see you in June. I'm coming down with Ashlyn and her new boyfriend."

I smiled and replied, "That's great, son. I can't wait to see you all."

"Maybe we can get with Uncle Theo when we come. I heard that he moved to Florida too."

I hesitated and then responded, "Sure, son."

I placed the phone down and hummed, "Looks like we made it look how far we've come, my baby...."

*****

Tuesday, May 28, 1996.

It was a nice night. We were in the auditorium practicing for the play. I loved to sit and watch the actors run through their lines. As I sat in the front row watching the two stars go back and forth, the actress forgot her line.

"Line?" she asked in frustration.

"It's high time you get yourself together and stop making foolish mistakes," I said before the script assistant could say it out loud.

The actress didn't respond. She looked at the young girl holding the script. The girl nodded rapidly, "That's it. That's the line."

The actress rolled her eyes and repeated, "It's high time you—"

"Take five!" Belted out the director from the seats.

She huffed and left the stage.

Later I heard the director with the actress in the ...