Lloyd’s wife Lana is a very sexy, relaxed and fun-loving woman, as I am quickly finding out. A few girls’ nights out, such as the “tricky Tones night”, provided enough opportunities to assess this. I really like her. I was therefore delighted when she produced a young brother a couple of nights ago. His name is Phet and he hardly speaks any English, but he’s a doll – so who cares? (more…)

Well, Houston we’ve got a problem. I’m still in Thailand, and despite the hordes of painfully beautiful young men everywhere, I have not yet found one that I felt like bedding. I have thus resolved – for the moment – to enjoy the eye candy rather than pressure myself into more sex than I feel like (sensible me!). (more…)

The other day, I caught a few minutes of a radio program about women’s sex holidays, which may or may not have been Woman’s Hour on BBC Radio in the UK. Anyhow, the gist seemed to be that what used to be a fairly secret affair is now a fast growing industry, all part of our day and age of female empowerment. (more…)

I have been a cougar for ever. I like to think of myself as the Cougar Queen, although it’s not like I only ever hunt for cubs. To me, being a cougar is about the balance of powers being in my favour, and I’m open-minded. If a mature man looks like he might be up to the job, he gets a chance. (more…)

Yesterday, I had my fourth date with Eduardo. As per usual, the boy could not help but be a model of perfection. This time, he went through a lot of trouble cooking a typical Brazilian meal for me.

It is a bit of a cliché, but there is something very sexy about a man in the kitchen. And he doesn’t even need to be naked under his apron. (more…)

And it’s not just that it’s cool and sexy, although admittedly, it is. Personal experience aside, the whole younger men/older women thing makes a lot of sense. A whole lot more sense than the more classic “older men with younger women” scenario. No really. (more…)