Denim The Menace Brings the GILF
Denim The Menace may be an Olde Bag, but dammit he’s got good tastes in experienced ladies.
Some women age like fine wines. Sure, there are some that say certain ladies age like milk. Or bananas. But not these sultry cougars.
During Year One of my Post-Divorce era, the ‘Sock has hooked up with several wonderful females. In particular, one was 15 years his junior and a total candidate for Victoria Secret’s catalogs. Okay, maybe Frederick’s of Hollywood. But still, young, taut, blonde and down for whatever. And while that fling was fun/stressful…the follow-up palate cleanser with a sultry cougar two decades older than my young playmate blew girly-girl out of the water. And by “water” I mean my lumpy king-size. And by “my lumpy king-size”…well, in this case I am actually talking ’bout my shite mattress that needs replacing.
Should I be mocking silly-ass Denim, his sad soul-patch, and his male osteoporosis? Sure. But I am drawn instead to praise older lovers such as his fine two companions. They know who they are, and they know what they want. Go forth, Denim; pop your Viagra and do your best. And call a doctor if it lasts for more than four hours. Then call your buddies.
And stay tuned after Friday Socks & Links for Pear. All Weekend.
Man your ‘bation stations!
I’d pay 600 Quatloos for a three hour roll in the hay with the Black and White Twins.
Oh, yeah, and a Haiku double friday within this hour…
Whatever you do DO NOT google “gilf”, I think the appropriate term would be Grilf. Speaking of, older broads know what they want, don’t play games and more then likely very eager to try all sorts of stuff and by stuff I mean reverse cowgirl, etc;. Your best bet is to find a recently divorced one from the burbs with lots of her bloated, disinterested ex hubby’s money.
Listen to Et Tu and go fishin’ out of that pond.
you aint done nuthin til you gone ‘snow leopard’
sons
Those ladies are buff. Nice.