Fleshbot and Cougars

This week’s Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot holds a few surprises. Go look and see—but remember, you were warned.

Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find me arranging a special delivery at a sex event I didn’t attend, courtesy of our troops, for Tilda’s birthday.

Avah wonders if I’m "really poly." We’ll file that with the queries about whether I’m “really bi” or “really dom.” I promise I’ll get to those, dear readers, when I’m not busy juggling multiple relationships, having sex with men and women, and generally whupping ass.

Speaking of sex, I learned a new sex term this week from an unlikely source—my eleven-year-old son, Collie. I overheard him talking to his brother about a teacher at his school, whom he described as a “cougar.”

“What does that mean?” I asked. “Is she tough?”

The boys looked at me for a moment. Collie laughed. “Uh, no, Dad. Do you really not know what that means?”

I felt myself being drawn deeper. “Should I be afraid to ask?”

Jason shook his head. “It means, like, a hot old lady.”

“Really?” I scanned my brain. “Huh, I wonder why that word is used . . .”

The boys listened expectantly. I caught them watching me.

“Oh, well, carry on!” I said, leaving the room. I could save my questions for Google.