I am in my sexual prime, I turn 36 on Tuesday. Everywhere I look I see Men that I Would Like to Fuck. They are parents of my students, people I work with, friends of friends, and sometimes even just the guy in the car next to me at the stoplight. What the hell? I feel like a teenage boy must feel - constantly aware, watching the world through a sexual filter. So here are the latest of what seems to be an infinite list of Men I’d Like to Fuck (MILF):

Mr. M: How strange is it that I have met someone recently who grew up where I did, went to college where I did (when I did), and now lives in Charlotte? I think it’s uncanny. At any rate, it’s nice to think about all the places we could have run into each other before and just not known it. Going on and on about him will make me sound (more) like a psychochick, so I’ll just leave it at this.

Mr. A: “What are you wearing today?” Every day (well, almost every day) he asks me what I’m wearing and I describe my outfit down to the underwear and jewelry I’m wearing (or not wearing). Then I ask him… tradition. Mr. A. and I have history now. The scene: We meet in uptown at a bar, make out like crazy, have mad car sex, and go our separate ways (but of course the next day he’ll ask me, “What are you wearing today?”)

Mr. D: He’s a Marine, and I’m a sucker for a Marine. I don’t even remember how we met or why we started talking, but over time we’ve been intensely close and disturbingly distant. Like a planet revolving around the sun, he is back again and sexier than ever.

Mr. C: When he left for Iraq, I promised that I would write to him and send him pictures to keep him company. He isn’t due home for another 248 days, but he does get to come home for just a few days this Spring to go to his sister’s wedding and I am going to make sure that he goes back to Iraq with good morale. I’m doing it for our country, Uncle Sam wants me to give him head.

Tags: Men, Women, And Bloggers I'd Like To Fuck, My Fantasies, Polyamory //