Happy Thanksgiving!

This is my new friend's husband, Azrael Thunderhorse.

Guess what? Mike and I are going to spend Thanksgiving with an old friend of his and his new wife! I just met Az and Cheyenne Thunderhorse last week in town, and I just can't believe how sweet she is, and how they work so hard to make that special Native American Studies Program of his work! I volunteered to help her set up another relocatable classroom, and she asked me to help her teach. I'm not sure I can do that, but I'm thinking about it.

Gosh, while I was married to Howard, I couldn't make a friend on res if I paid them...and now, I'm meeting everyone! Mike used to idolize Az when the man was in all those movies back a few years. Said he had always wanted to be just like him. Oddly enough, they look enough alike to be twins, 12 years apart!

We are going to celebrate Thanksgiving with Azrael's mom, Maude, and his mom's new boyfriend. I just can't believe how gorgeous Maude is, for being in her late fifties! And her new boyfriend is not much older than Az! Way to go, Maude!!!

This ought to be a wonderful holiday!

Just wanted to share...

Isn't he beautiful?

And he's all mine...


photo copyright Syneca 2010 Ellora's Cave

OMG! It happened!

It really happened! Just like my pals said it would! I found a delicious, hot younger man who absolutely drove me through the ceiling! And frankly, I think I rang his bells too! YUM!

I've known Mike since he was just a kid, doing my outside chores for money to help support his mom and the family after his dad died.

I never really considered him as a 'man' before. I have always thought of him as a kid. Couldn't get the age difference of 12 years out of my head. Not until he kissed me.

You won't believe this...I barely believe it myself...but he told me he's been in love with me for a long time. Imagine...a hot, sexy, totally delicious man in love with yours truly? Somebody pinch me!

I don't quite know what hit me. Howard came by, then Mike showed up. Next thing I knew. I was dragging his sorry ass to the clinic for stitches. Then I was taking him home. And then, momma mia! Can that man kiss! I was a goner before I knew what hit me.

I won't fill in all the gory details, but I now fully understand the concept of "riding" someone into the floor. Oh, Lord! Not sure how long this will last, but I'm hoping to keep the lights low and pray that he doesn't see the cellulite and crow's feet before I get my share of being happy.

Lee

I know I shouldn't but...

Today I had a real problem. No...two real problems. Today Howard came back to "borrow" a hundred bucks. He wheedled his way into my defenses again. He's damn hard to ignore. Even at 45, he's still hot. I let him kiss me again. Bad move. Why the hell I can't say no to that SOB is beyond me. Anyway, he managed to get another $100 out of me before I found the brain power to tell him not to bother coming over again whenever he ran out of cash.

The things he said to me were awful. I forget how he gets when things don't go his way. He called me...names. He told me the only reason he fooled around on me was that I was incapable to making him feel like a man. That I was about as sexy as a frozen trout. That the only reason he stayed with me in the first place was that I was willing to do about anything to please him...money wise.

I was so damned humiliated! If the bastard ever shows his face here again, I think I'll actually kick him in the balls. Grrrrr....And I've never hurt a fly before.

But then something even worse happened. OMG! Mike Running Elk came by right after Howard left. Mike is the kid who does my barn chores every Saturday. He's been coming over every week for years now. A good kid. A true gentleman, unlike my ex. I don't know why, but when I heard his voice and saw those long legs of his standing on my walk, I started wondering how it would feel to fuck a young, beautiful man who treated me with respect, and was unflinchingly ethical (unlike my ex).

I got so damn horny, I couldn't even look him in the eye. For a moment there, I wanted to grab the kid, drag him inside the house, and fuck him until he couldn't move. Was that bad, or what?

I mean, the kid is about 12 years younger than me! He probably has scads of res girls chasing him. He's tall and he's built. He's sexy as hell. He works hard on his own horse ranch. He really doesn't need the money I pay him each Saturday, but he still comes over. And now I can't get the damn image of him naked on my bed out of my stupid mind!

What the hell am I gonna do now? Even thinking about doing the things I want to do to him makes me feel like a cradle-robber! How the hell do the gals over at Tempt The Cougar manage to get past the guilt?