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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDSHc-eyp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:02:59.953-05:00</updated><category term="Beatles" /><category term="dark" /><category term="calendar" /><category term="blowjob" /><category term="cry" /><category term="drive" /><category term="young men" /><category term="nightmare" /><category term="clit" /><category term="deep throat" /><category term="hell" /><category term="Paradox. enslave" /><category term="Pole Dance" /><category term="home" /><category term="bike" /><category term="sleep" /><category term="erotic" /><category term="reminder" /><category term="pool" /><category term="airport" /><category term="sex" /><category term="husband experience" /><category term="V" /><category term="threesome" /><category term="picture" /><category term="Isis" /><category term="xxx" /><category term="fantasy" /><category term="shift" /><category term="stranger" /><category term="tears" /><category term="rim" /><category term="lesbian" /><category term="drink" /><category term="squirter" /><category term="picnic" /><category term="oral" /><category term="Ms. Horny" /><category term="tease" /><category term="first date" /><category term="evilly delicious" /><category term="naked" /><category term="countdown" /><category term="fidelis" /><category term="cub" /><category term="Atlantic City" /><category term="cum" /><category term="lust" /><category term="car" /><category term="romance" /><category term="massage" /><category term="motorcycle" /><category term="dick" /><category term="secrets" /><category term="anal" /><category term="stars" /><category term="cougar" /><category term="wet" /><category term="dream" /><category term="margaritas" /><category term="cunt" /><category term="nipples" /><category term="imagination" /><category term="Baby Dance" /><category term="angry" /><category term="Mr. Interesting" /><category term="Camaro" /><category term="horny" /><category term="lullabye" /><category term="awake" /><category term="tall" /><category term="closure" /><category term="dates" /><category term="darkness" /><category term="ride" /><category term="sucking" /><category term="men" /><category term="TransAm" /><category term="bathroom" /><category term="Dance" /><category term="butterflies" /><category term="white panties" /><category term="MILF" /><category term="cougarlicious" /><category term="love muffin" /><category term="apathetic" /><category term="clapper" /><category term="foursome" /><category term="visitor" /><category term="breath" /><category term="cuckold" /><title>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</title><subtitle type="html">The Erotic Cougar Chronicles is a compilation of erotic fantasies, emails and memories from a relationship between a cougar and a self-proclaimed cougar hunter.  I hope you enjoy the short stories and fantasies and share them with others.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheEroticCougarChronicles" /><feedburner:info uri="theeroticcougarchronicles" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BSHc9cSp7ImA9Wx9RFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-2990942780843526713</id><published>2010-12-02T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:24:19.969-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-15T12:24:19.969-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="squirter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deep throat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blowjob" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rim" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drink" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sucking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="picture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oral" /><title>Tell Me the Details</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/2990942780843526713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-details.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/2990942780843526713?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/2990942780843526713?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/rhB5Udf8yDs/tell-me-details.html" title="Tell Me the Details" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">"So, what did you do last night?" he'd ask me in his emails knowing full well it was our ritualistic Saturday night date night -- restaurant for dinner, check! Margaritas to start the wind down process, check! Then heated sex for the grand finale, check!

"You know, you could take a picture of you going down on him -- maybe with you looking up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes," he'd say. "...
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gmYLYbxFdA5nvX7AYfUyzWBKxj0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gmYLYbxFdA5nvX7AYfUyzWBKxj0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/rhB5Udf8yDs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-details.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcHQXs_fyp7ImA9WhZRGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-6550016244838251316</id><published>2010-12-01T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:47:10.547-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-14T16:47:10.547-04:00</app:edited><title>Ms. Horny &amp; Mr. Interesting - Final Chapter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/6550016244838251316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-horny-mr-interesting-final-chapter.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/6550016244838251316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/6550016244838251316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/9uQqOqjN-ec/ms-horny-mr-interesting-final-chapter.html" title="Ms. Horny &amp; Mr. Interesting - Final Chapter" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It was the end of the week and Ms. Horny had just secured a very significant contract. She was very much looking forward to meeting her friends in the Upper Echelon as they usually did on Friday nights. A quick trip home, a shower and now here she stood squeaky clean, smelling like a summer breeze. She was dressed in a tight colorful top with a flowing collar and showing ample cleavage, along 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8FAIoEs64_c-ZiFg_HqNlLn6pEo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8FAIoEs64_c-ZiFg_HqNlLn6pEo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/248CCJ66XMc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-interesting-gets-trainee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHRHk6fSp7ImA9Wx9RFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-2232021957957879769</id><published>2010-12-01T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:12:15.715-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-15T12:12:15.715-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apathetic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clapper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cougar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horny" /><title>Mr. Interesting</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/2232021957957879769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-interesting.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/2232021957957879769?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/2232021957957879769?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/jE_ujnlqL18/mr-interesting.html" title="Mr. Interesting" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It was 4:30 p.m. and Mr. Interesting was at his desk working out a few last minute details on the plans for the moxy poxy neutralizing gun when who should enter his laboratory chamber doors but Ms. Lilly Horny, the middle-aged floozy from management.  In stark contrast to Mr. Interesting’s faded blue jeans, blue collared shirt and white lab coat Ms. Horny boasted about in 5” platform heels 
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I'll call you my November.  "Remember, remember the 5th of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ht6lTGG-eNRTPSqMGagZjlX5hp0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ht6lTGG-eNRTPSqMGagZjlX5hp0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/sW3xBsTunps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-followed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIFRHY6eCp7ImA9WxJbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-637697685964752478</id><published>2009-07-29T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:05:15.810-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-29T12:05:15.810-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="secrets" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="threesome" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nipples" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lesbian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cougar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anal" /><title>The Promise</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/637697685964752478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/04/promise.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/637697685964752478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/637697685964752478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/Ufa3qEQhmxI/promise.html" title="The Promise" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">"Really, I don't know about this" I said as I headed toward the car. "I'm truly not attracted to women. I don't understand why you want me to be with another woman -- what would this do for you?" "I don't know, I just think it would be hot. I think you're sexually repressed and that this would 'relax' you a little bit. You know, it won't be that bad - you wouldn't have to do anything." There is 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fpEhowmYtdluvQRB2SjEnjOak7c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fpEhowmYtdluvQRB2SjEnjOak7c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/zQCJHr-tKHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/husband-experience.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8HQ3kzfSp7ImA9WxJQE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-4412670949974741604</id><published>2009-05-26T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:33:52.785-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-26T14:33:52.785-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="evilly delicious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Camaro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TransAm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shift" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drive" /><title>Dreaming (From Him)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/4412670949974741604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreaming-from-him.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/4412670949974741604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/4412670949974741604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/qQ152pLHwwM/dreaming-from-him.html" title="Dreaming (From Him)" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hey, Gorgeous.  I was thinking of you so I thought that since we have this weird connection going I would use it.  You are dreaming. It is 6:40 am and you are still in bed. In your mind, slip in images of us together.We are cruising down the road in my Camaro.  I’m driving, left hand on the wheel, my right hand killing me as I can't place it on your thigh because of the 6-speed stick. I take your
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H8VZltkHzDuwGnY08_KIoOjtbhY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H8VZltkHzDuwGnY08_KIoOjtbhY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/qQ152pLHwwM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreaming-from-him.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNQn4-eyp7ImA9WxJRGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-5575175284542590804</id><published>2009-05-22T09:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:36:33.053-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T09:36:33.053-04:00</app:edited><title>Stupid Dreams</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/5575175284542590804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-dreams.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/5575175284542590804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/5575175284542590804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/kdrt7nrqQgU/stupid-dreams.html" title="Stupid Dreams" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I woke up at about 3 am this morning, awakened by a dream.  It was so real, it was a phone call from you.  You sounded so happy and vital, telling me that you had put in a request to transfer out of your unit and into another and that you had sought treatment at the medical center a few weeks ago and that things were going great for you.  I was so happy that you called I closed the shop down 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T6KxhDuUY0NK_p7qTVZ4p0EMNp0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T6KxhDuUY0NK_p7qTVZ4p0EMNp0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/kdrt7nrqQgU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-dreams.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADSHk4eyp7ImA9WxJXE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-4954611147203566086</id><published>2009-05-20T15:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:06:19.733-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-06T11:06:19.733-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MILF" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cub" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cougar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="erotic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visitor" /><title>The Visitor</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/4954611147203566086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/visitor.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/4954611147203566086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/4954611147203566086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/n7UJr1NVTRs/visitor.html" title="The Visitor" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">It's 8:00 pm, I'm sitting at one of the studio tables wrapping the projects from a birthday party.  Insert coupon, put name on tissue paper, wrap so name shows through bag, onto the next piece...when a tall, dark haired guy with a shit eating grin is standing in my doorway.  Hey there bad girl, what's happening with you these days?  I forget all about the parent who is supposed to be showing up 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i8vqN4YRjYcV24KRXtcUF0-jtMk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i8vqN4YRjYcV24KRXtcUF0-jtMk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/n7UJr1NVTRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/visitor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08AR385eSp7ImA9WxJRGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-7490885915901416219</id><published>2009-05-20T13:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:04:06.121-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-20T16:04:06.121-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fidelis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="closure" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare" /><title>Closure</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/7490885915901416219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/closure.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/7490885915901416219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/7490885915901416219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/T_iNciNz-io/closure.html" title="Closure" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">"I love you, I truly do, but I have to focus on my kids and my career. I'm sorry I hurt you this way." he said, and then he was gone.  What had I done wrong?  What could possibly had made this man of my fantasies tell me every day that he loved me and that he couldn't wait to be with me, counting down the time, making plans and then on a rainy, dreary, gloomy, cold and grey Monday tell me this.  
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NfE2yO6gVp2_RJLOx8DXuy3t6Y4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NfE2yO6gVp2_RJLOx8DXuy3t6Y4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/T_iNciNz-io" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/closure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYAR384eyp7ImA9WxJRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-3560984975548578788</id><published>2009-05-14T15:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:02:26.133-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T19:02:26.133-04:00</app:edited><title>Thinking of You</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/3560984975548578788/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/3560984975548578788?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/3560984975548578788?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/nthRahczrIk/thinking-of-you.html" title="Thinking of You" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Its early morning here.  I'm lying in bed reading an email - not one of my coveted 'how he turns me on emails' but just a discussion, a response about life.  Gradually, for no apparent reason, my breathing gets heavy, there's a throbbing ache building between my legs, an expectation of what I think I would feel if you were here even though you've never touched me.  The face I see is from a photo 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ONlssXYTr603dFaSHWcZZfi4xRI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ONlssXYTr603dFaSHWcZZfi4xRI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/nthRahczrIk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-of-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QCQH8ycCp7ImA9WxJREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-8320967591064148089</id><published>2009-05-11T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:22:41.198-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T22:22:41.198-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MILF" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Atlantic City" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="threesome" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cougar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baby Dance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pole Dance" /><title>Three's Never A Crowd</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/8320967591064148089/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/threes-never-crowd.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/8320967591064148089?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/8320967591064148089?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/qZhY-AcTXCY/threes-never-crowd.html" title="Three's Never A Crowd" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/SgoumRF_W_I/AAAAAAAAABA/l2FL2jECFl8/s72-c/PoleDancing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Finally, a vacation weekend in Atlantic City and I’m heading out with John to the clubs. I’ve been dying to go out dancing for months needing to get rid of a bit of stress, and other than fucking, it’s my favorite exercise. Wearing a short white skirt that barely covers my round, soft ass, a tight turtleneck sweater and a pair of black leather boots that go just over the knee I can feel the eyes 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LuvhKo3PzfR6X1NqwtZHw4VI_vo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LuvhKo3PzfR6X1NqwtZHw4VI_vo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~4/qZhY-AcTXCY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/threes-never-crowd.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYER3s-eip7ImA9WxJRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3571071791621735307.post-5902680629960195165</id><published>2009-05-11T14:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:01:46.552-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T19:01:46.552-04:00</app:edited><title>Waking Her His Way</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/feeds/5902680629960195165/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://eroticcougar.blogspot.com/2009/05/waking-her-his-way.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/5902680629960195165?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3571071791621735307/posts/default/5902680629960195165?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheEroticCougarChronicles/~3/UXmnl28syuE/waking-her-his-way.html" title="Waking Her His Way" /><author><name>The Erotic Cougar Chronicles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05715244990709049483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xrnVdGMdvWQ/ShYT-ZFJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/223KIOAzpIM/S220/expose.jpg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I’ve had you on my mind all day and I cannot wait to tease you again. So instead of waiting for you to wake up, I decided I’m going to wake you up. I promise I’ll be gentle, I know you can be grouchy when this is done wrong…so I’m going out of my way to make sure everything is done perfectly.You are sound asleep dreaming peacefully when your partner rolls out of bed to get ready for work. Annoyed
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