MILF HUNTRESS

I was solicited for sex tonight, outside my work, by a minor.  What started out as a compliment “Ms Shafer I have a crush on you”, quickly turned into a slap in the face.  “Would you show me your -ss?  Do you think I could have a blowjob?”  Every once in awhile I feel the need to make a thorough disclaimer, and yes indeed, tonight would be one of those nights.  Milf Huntress is a character, a figment of my mid aged imagination, sometimes real, sometimes hoax.  Part the joy of a fantasy is just that.  It’s a fantasy.  Some may say flirt, some may say tease.  I do what I please!  What really pleases me?  Having sex with my husband.  Thank you all and good night.

So I’d had a good workout.  Feeling loopy from endorphins, hobbling to car with calves spasming and otherwise locking up.  Bary is in the gym training hard and while calves settle down I have just one second for a momentary look.  All alone in the parking lot I begin acting up loudly.  Rufffff!,… I like it Rufff!! ………do you like it rufff Bary?  Ruff!  Rufff!!  Just then, two teenage girls walk by my car smiling.

There is nothing in this world hotter to me than the thought of a hot guy, a really, really, hot guy getting down with himself.  I like to think of him enjoying his own body, getting lost in the moment, becoming an animal.  This is what men do, and then they cum and feel all better.  This is what I do too!  My bestest of my besties friend CW….came 4 times today!  The boy is on roids, and I think that is fan-tacular!  He can’t keep his hands off himself!  What a turn on!  Testosterone makes my world go round and round and round and round…..and round and round and round and round….

I think that women who have been married twenty years, and boys who have been alive twenty years fit together perfectly.  That’s just how I see things.

NOTHING says margarita like working an 8 hour day.  Still I am abstaining.  Eating my overly seasoned, half crispy chicken breast while the family chows Chinese.  Why?  Because I’ve got goals!  I’ve got plans!  I, my dears, am about to get naked for Brian Moss’ camera.  Got asked out by an 18 year old today!  (Hold the applause.)  Certainly he heard about the ol Milf Huntress at Rosetta Library and thought he’d give it a whirl.  Real cute in that sweat and oil kind of way.  A little bashful.  The only thing is, I could never go out with an 18 year old.  Stay in with one? Yes.  Today was a mandatory off day.  Mandatory like Metallica.  God that Margarita still sounds good.  Eight hour work days take more out of me than 20 sets of deadlifts.

SO I instructed him to buy me 3 dresses and 2 pairs of shoes from greatglam.com…and then we can talk.  Lol  Sometimes you just have to take the bull by the horns.  If I’m going to be a Goddess/Princess/Queen…(I prefer Queen),…then I need to dress and look the part.  I am ready for my pedicures….

I’ve got something to say about this whole hairless man phenomenon we’ve got going on in our culture.  There was a day and time, not so long ago, in my mother’s generation, that hair on men equated SEXY.  Think Paul Stanley, think Tom Selleck.  Then the gay 80’s or 90’s came along……..not that I have a problem with gay obviously (cough, choke, stutter)..or maybe it was f-cking Abercrombie………and suddenly all men must be hairless.  Well f-ck that!  Just as there are all forms of female beauty, so are there male.  If you happen to be a hairless monkey, well rock your hairless self out.  It’s beautiful.  If you happen to be a muscle monkey with a nice soft blanket of fur………..rock that out.  It’s beautiful as well.  It’s not just ladies that need to own and love what they’ve got these days. 

I love boys because boys get me.  They entirely know where I am coming from.  I most particularly love STEROID BOYS.  It is not just the size of their muscles that intrigues me.  It is the size of their fragile, sensitive egos.  Not only this, but they’ll GROWL at you…..and go off on explosive tangents…..before once again settlling down like love-lorn puppies.  Greatest men in the world these steroid beasts.

One of my guy friends, told me that another of my guy friends, is going to start stalking me if I don’t watch out.  I told him I don’t mind this at all, as long as the guy is young, buff, and tremendously good looking.  I stalked a man once myself and it was the most fun I ever had in my life.  All the fun ends once they stop running.