Forget about size for a minute…it’s age that matters in the bedroom

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.

However, I’m a practical kinda girl. And younger men are, well, younger. And the older I get, the more difference this seems to make in the bedroom. It does in terms of pure lasting power anyway, which helps a lot.

When I was a young woman myself, dating younger men was a risky business. I have painful memories of bedding an 18 year old when I was 24 – and man, was that boring. I don’t do teaching, and I’ve never had time for bad sex. Not now, not then. But these days, younger men aren’t *too* young any longer: as the years go by, I find that dating younger men gets better and better. They sometimes require a little fine-tuning, but I’m ok with that.

And somehow, at the moment, every single man out there seems to be in his twenties. I find that a great reason to rejoice. Especially since tonight I’m off fine-tuning Eduardo, my current 24 year old.