Female, Horny, Middle Aged and Behaving Badly As a woman ? I am
often surprised to find that many of us do not seem to be in
touch with our sensuality or sexuality. Or maybe its because we
are not willing to admit to having such feelings ? no wonder
we?re sometimes called all manner of names. But I digress? I?m
not saying that you should hit the town every night with a sign
slung around your neck saying ?I?m available.? One still has to
have an element of decorum and dignity about themselves,
especially with the high rate of STD?s lurking around the
corner, buy one catch one free. But just be proud that you can
experience these feelings about yourself. I often feel very good
about myself. It?s not a perverted thing, but a pleasurable
feeling ? an exciting sensation ? part of life, so face up to it
babes. Then again, when the lusting is directed at a man who is
less than half ones age ? then that is when it becomes a
problem. (Do I hear someone say stone her?). So, about two years
ago I realised that I was heading to hell most rapidly. I was
showing signs of becoming a frustrated ole bag and had my
friend, God Bless her with many afflictions, Miss Goody-Two
shoes, not pulled me up ? I may now be dating a very young ?boy?
or as she wickedly put it ?somebody?s child.? Oh how I wish God
would bless her with many afflictions ? can?t a woman have a bit
of fun? So on this particular morning and with the sun shinning
and it being very warm and all that, my hormones had started to
sluggishly kick in. After all I was no longer a spring chicken
and the hormones took a lot longer to get themselves into gear.
But as far as I was concerned, I wasn?t dead yet and once those
hormones got going ? nothing would stop them raging. Oh how I
roar!! So on my way to work on this fine day - I went into a
Greg?s Bakery in Elephant & Castle, London, UK with a friend
(yes even nutters like me have friends) and a fine young?.very
young man served her. I found myself drooling, my blood pressure
rising dangerously high ? which I mistook for the gentle flutter
of lurv. I had to try and behave, I sadly surmised. I had to
remind myself that I was in my mid thirties, a fine, mature,
responsible, sensible, horny middle aged woman in the prime of
her sexuality. And yes, somewhere in the very far recess of my
mind, there was the idea that I did have two children. I still
drooled anyway ? so there. Therefore, as he was serving my
friend I tried not to come across as wanton and other than
unbuttoning my cardigan to expose a bit of bosom, well what was
left of them had now drooped comfortably to site on my hips -
all I could do was drool some more..... was he gorgeous or what.
Had the rapture come at that point in time, I would?ve gone to
hell a very happy bunny. So I was forced to put my hands behind
my back and grasp them tight in case the urge to lounge over the
counter took a hold of me and I pinned him urgently to the
floor. (Tramp I hear you all say ? Yeah you?re right and I ain?t
ashamed). I then decided that I too wanted to purchase
something. Yessy, yessy, I too wanted to be his focal point for
one second. I gazed at this and that, in serious contemplation
as to
About the author:
Esther Austin is in her late thirties and is of Barbadian
parentage. She is a published author of comedy, poetry and
inspirational books, published under Think Doctor Publications
Ltd. She is website Director of www.caribbeanwoman.co.uk. She
has two boys, lives in London and loves going to the theatre,
loves writing, eating out, playing football, and generally being
physically active.
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