Cougar Unleashed

By Jason Walker

Libby Shores North Carolina is an idyllic beach town. Slowly lapping waves caress sandy beaches, bright sunny days bathe over residents and tourists alike. It’s a place of sun, sand, and fun. It is the perfect place for a sexually liberated cougar to prowl the dunes for fresh meat.

Can her voracious appetite for sex be quelled and can anyone tame her?

PUBLISHER NOTE: Contains sexual scenes, including multiple partners, anal sex, bondage, domination, spanking, exhibitionism, and voyeurism.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Mar 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370992300

Jason Walker

Born in the mountains of Western North Carolina, the author began his career in Radio Broadcasting in the late 1970s. Having traveled the country, he has now, inexplicably, landed back in the town of his birth. Writing full time and producing audio and video promotional products for authors takes up his days and enjoying his life fills all the moments in between. Active in social media, he welcomes any opportunity to interact with his readers and sincerely believes that there is no such thing as negative feedback. Something can be learned from the opinions of others, even if that opinion is less than glowing. You are encouraged to contact him via email, social media or through his website. And as always, he thanks you for taking the time to read his words. He hopes you enjoy them.

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COUGAR UNLEASHED

Libby Shores – Book One

Jason Walker

Libby Shores North Carolina is an idyllic beach town. Slowly lapping waves caress sandy beaches, bright sunny days bathe over residents and tourists alike. It’s a place of sun, sand, and fun. It is the perfect place for a sexually liberated cougar to prowl the dunes for fresh meat.

Can her voracious appetite for sex be quelled and can anyone tame her?

PUBLISHER NOTE: Contains sexual scenes, including multiple partners, anal sex, bondage, domination, spanking, exhibitionism, and voyeurism. 35,000 words.

COUGAR UNLEASHED

Libby Shores – Book One

JASON WALKER

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COUGAR UNLEASHED

Libby Shores – Book One

Copyright © March 2018 Jason Walker

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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CHAPTER I

Elaine Morrissey was a classy woman. Firmly in her mid-fifties, she had stopped trying to hang on to her youth some time ago. She had no problem being mature. She enjoyed compliments on her appearance and enjoyed the attention she received from men of all ages but especially ones years younger than she. She stood an above average five feet seven inches tall. Her once raven black hair was now salted with flecks of grey and extending from just above her left temple was a metallic silver shock lock. She had colored it for years, as it appeared in the span of a few months in her early forties, now she accepted it for what it was. She had threatened to recolor if another appeared on the opposing side because she thought it might look a little too Bride of Frankenstein, but the one was all that ever showed, and now she liked the unique look it gave her. She had made this decision after noticing an early twenty-something girl with her hair dyed in much the same fashion. She accepted that if she could pull it off naturally, that it must look all right.

Elaine had outlived two husbands. Charles Harris had died basically at his own hand by becoming far too involved in recreational drug use. During a cocaine-fueled binge, he had managed to crash his car off a cliff and into the ocean. Her second betrothed, Ellison Morrissey suffered a heart attack at the tender age of sixty-three. At the time, he was nearly twenty years her senior. Some speculated that she had married him for his money, but in her most honest moments, she admitted that she had truly loved him and was crushed by his death. She had mourned for years before coming back into the light. It was really only then that she discovered the true depth of her late husband’s wealth. His companies had run under their own management during her mourning. At the end of that period, she was approached by a young man who informed her that the shareholders were prepared to buy out her interest in the company, and the offer they made was astounding. So, she cashed out and started her life anew. She moved from North Carolina’s capital city of Raleigh where her reputation had been drawn into question and bought a house that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean in the beachside community of Libby Shores.

Now Elaine spent her days in what others might see as trivial pursuits. She learned how to play golf. She walked the sand and sunned her body. She busied herself with charitable activities and enjoyable parties. Having lived in the community of Libby Shores for nearly eleven years, her past was finally just that, the past, and she faced each new day with vigor and anticipation. Fortunate to be of good genetic material, she had aged much better than her contemporaries. She appeared years younger than her chronological age and took pride in maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Daily exercise, healthy meals and a positive outlook on the world kept Elaine Morrissey smiling most of the time. Recently she had discovered there was one vital part of her life missing. It was something she had only toyed with in the years since the passing of her late husband, three times to be exact, but Elaine was starting to miss sex.

For most of the women she associated with, it was a fairly taboo subject. Women her age weren’t supposed to concern themselves with such things. It was something that they did only when their husbands were either able or insistent enough.  There was nothing recreational about sex for those women. She looked at it differently. She had reached an age where she could finally view sex as not only a means to express love but as a truly recreational activity. She had gone through the menopause years ago, and with that torment behind her, she discovered that she needed the touch of a man. She had dated a few times, and each was a bigger train wreck than the prior. At first, it was that the men were too shy, and then it was that they couldn’t perform to her needs or desires, or she found men who were looking to get married and have someone take care of them. She wasn’t against the idea of being with someone long-term, but she didn’t want to enter into some kind of long-term nursing contract. Now in Libby Shores, she found herself wanting.

Libby Shores was a typical beach community in many respects, but it still maintained its own uniqueness. For the period of May 1 through Labor Day it was a hive of youthful activity. The summers were filled with vacationers. It was a time when most of the locals who were capable, went inland, to mountain homes or to the big cities. Elaine always enjoyed the summers. The crowd was enjoyable to be around and usually quite fun to watch. Her house sat on a wide and open stretch of sand. It was a large house that faced the ocean, with decks off three floors. Her neighbors were far away on either side. She had purchased the empty lots on either side to ensure it. Nature had done an excellent job of clearing them during a hurricane that passed through just before she had moved. During the summer days, she would sit on the deck or walk on the sand and watch the younger folks enjoying themselves. During the daylight, that meant splashing in the surf or volleyball, during the night, she had spied more than one moonlit tryst right in front of her house on the sand.

Elaine also enjoyed the attention she would get occasionally. Not being quite brave enough to sport a bikini, she did choose the most stylish one-piece suits from the finest designers. She was always flattered when she heard a whistle in her direction or listened to some young man trying his best to chat her up. Their attempts were so juvenile and ham-handed, but they were flattering nonetheless.

Elaine Morrissey had lived in Libby Shores for nearly eleven years and in that time had made only two friends — two people that she considered real friends. She had many acquaintances. People she spoke to at the country club, people she verbally sparred with over bridge, and more than a couple of bartenders had tried to become friendly, mostly because she was a very good tipper, but only two people had shown themselves to be friends. Janet Doorts was a multigenerational local. She was a member of one of the families that had founded the town not long after the civil war; Libby Shores was named after her great-great-great-grandmother, Libby Watts. Now her family were the movers and shakers. Her uncle was mayor, her father had started a large high-end gated community called Victory Point, and Janet’s husband was the single most successful real estate agent on the coast. That was how Elaine and Janet had met. Elaine came into town, purchased a nice house and two additional lots for cash. In appreciation of the commission, Jack Doorts had invited Elaine to a party, and she and Janet had hit it off immediately. Now the two were both fifty-six years old, and both refused to act like it. Janet was fun.

Elaine’s other best friend owned a boutique just inland from Libby Shores. Paul Morat fancied himself the fashion guru of the eastern North Carolina. Not that tough a claim, she often wondered how many were contending for the title. Paul was ostentatious, to say the least. She knew it was mostly an act to perpetuate his self-created myth. He was, in his own words, amazingly gay. She had met him through her friend. Janet said she knew they would get along and she was right. She found him to be extravagant at first, but in quieter moments she discovered that he was thoughtful and intelligent. When he didn’t have an audience, he claimed he was normal. She often argued that being homosexual shouldn’t be considered abnormal.

Paul confided in her that he had been married for several years. He had a natural talent for design. In his earlier life, he had been an architect, a planner for a major city, and had taught art at a community college. Once he discovered that he could design clothing, he knew he had found his true calling. At first, it was difficult to gain a foothold, but as soon as he put on his "amazingly gay" act, he fell in with the crowd and fast became a leader of that cottage industry of fashion design in the Southeast. Along the way, he also discovered that he was in fact, at best bisexual but leaned more towards homosexuality. That was what had cost him his marriage. Once over the hurt of the divorce, Paul had gone full force into the gay community and had become its King or Queen as it were, in most people’s eyes.

The group of friends enjoyed lunch at each other’s homes at least once every couple of weeks. This week Elaine was the hostess. The trio