His name was Jason and he was the most imaginative cub I ever dated online.
From the get-go he had a totally self-serving attitude, but he was so smart and creative, I didn’t mind. Shit, to be honest, I didn’t know my own voice or power in those days, so I never called him out. I was afraid to say no to a guy, even one 40 years my junior, so I did what he wanted, and accepted when he didn’t do what I wanted.

OK, he was an only child and I’ve never been a mother, so gimme a break. I still sported training wheels in those days. Times have changed. But I digress …

Jason’s picture on the cougar dating site was deliciously sexy. Caught looking down into his cell phone while leaning against a bathroom door, his lanky, cut, naked  young torso rippled with excitement. He looked older than the 19 years on his profile, and the way he made demands certainly bespoke someone used to getting his way.

Unlike other cubs, Jason wasn’t interested in watching me do overtly sexual things on cam. Maybe because he was drunk a lot, we also talked a lot. We watched election coverage together, sometimes football. We did wild things and normal things. We talked about what we liked sexually (he said he liked to take milk baths with older women). Sometimes he only wanted to watch me eat — not just a banana, slowly, but items I had never considered erotic, witness a turkey sandwich. Fully clothed. I assumed he jerked off while I did whatever he asked. The quiet type.

It was the honey date that left the sweetest residue: Jason demanded I pour a jar of honey over my naked body and rub it in. I didn’t have a whole jar of honey, and he insisted it had to be full, so after I went out to buy one, I messaged him … and the fun began.

I turned on my music — Pink, to satisfy him — stripped down, and let the golden nectar ooze all over. My room  overlooked the street and schoolchildren were just getting out, laughing and cavorting two stories below. That only added to the naughtiness.

As the honey dripped, I rubbed it into my well-toned body, gyrating to the music and adjusting the cam so that Jason could see it trickle down my parts. The total body scrub: hot, hilarious, outrageous. Liberated, I felt sweet. I felt naughty. And I felt terribly sexy and young again.

I know it’s considered a coup for younger guys, especially Gen Y-ers, to “conquer” a cougar sexually. But in this case, I felt the reverse — that a woman my age could get a guy that young, that turned on. He confessed he came like crazy.

And apologized for making a mess.