The Cougar

Roosh's latest post spits some knowledge on the "Cougar".

"The Western culture has broken the women. A girl wakes up and she’s 30 and has no man and no hope for a man, yet she already passed on several who didn’t give her the tinglies or butterflies in her stomach or whatever the fuck term she uses. Because of course the culture gave them this sense of entitlement as well, to think that with mediocre looks and ten extra pounds they can get a hot stud like they see in the magazines in line at the grocery store. And then they get old and have to compete with younger and prettier girls. They can’t win. They won’t. So what do they do? They throw themselves on young guys who still value older women as ‘experienced’ and ‘mature.’ But those guys age and get a clue, and then you see the woman going on 40, working hard at the gym, desperately trying to fight the sag, bragging that she fucked this college guy. What a miserable existence."

Ever since high school it was always a dream of my friends and I to land the elusive Cougar who would blow our collective minds. I had images of this fit taunt huntress that would demolish me in bed and leave me quivering for more. The first object of my Cougar lust was our math teacher Molly who would wear this red leather skirt. I remember being stoned out of my mind and just wondering what color her underwear was under that skirt. Were they red lace? Granny panties? Or perhaps a slinky black g string with a rose in front?

Now at 33 it's a little disgusting for me to even think about hooking up with a cougar. The though of their leathery loose skin touching me. Their liver spotted hands stroking my cock just makes balls crawl up into my abdomen. The allure of the Cougar just isn't there for me. Why even bother with an older woman when you can be banging some twenty year old?

Seriously who would you rather hit?

This...


Or Miss Cougar America (on the right)