Now that preference for toyboysÂ shows no sign of abating, quite a number of women are happily making their â€˜findsâ€™ public. The more economically independent a woman is, the more her desire to make her money work for her.
When I recently saw the world acclaimed actress, Demi Moore 44 draped on the arms of Ashton Kutcher, her 28 year old toyboy on television as they both waved to eager admirers, I felt a tinge of envy.
I mean, you take a look at the craggy, ageing features of her ex-husband, equally successful actor, 54 year-old Bruce Willis; who was once a heart-throb (and might still be to some women) and show me a â€˜woman who would ratherÂ settle for Bruce than athletic and virile Ashtonâ€™? Never mind the fact that Ashton is a pauper compared to Demiâ€™s wealth.
A few months ago, a good friend had a hen party for a group of her friends. â€˜Henâ€™ in the sense that it was a girlsâ€™ only bash with no man allowed within a shouting distance. An excuse for us senior girls to let it rip without any disapproving male glare.
Any man that showed up (and there were very few of them) just dropped their wives, crained their necks suspiciously through the car windows to see if they could peck into the garden where the party was held, before reluctantly speeding off. The hostâ€™s husband had discreet left the scene and a large-screen television was positioned at a discreet corner of the garden. The scene now was set for female mischief!
After a good meal and generous helpings of booze, one of the guests, a cosmetologist who runs a high-tech gym, proceeded to give us a pcp talk on how to look good and have wonderful sex at the same time. Ears perked up immediately as she popped open her compact suitcase cramped with very daring sex toys, and then proceeded to tell her eager listeners how to have prolonged and enjoyable sex.
â€œYou must not fail to do pelvic floor exercise every time you have the opportunity,â€ she began. â€œWhenever youâ€™re alone, learn to tighten the muscles of your bits and when you go to have a wee, try and hold the wee for a few seconds, then let the wee out continue at few seconds intervals. The process of keeping the wee in means you are using muscles that instantly tightened.â€
Suddenly, there was a snort of protest. It came from a snooty medical doctor who protested that deliberately retaining a wee could lead to all sorts of dreaded infections. Nobody was impressed. A guest sneered in a side-whisper to me that it was little wonder that madam prim-and-properâ€™s husband was all over the place sampling women with tighter bits! It was about this time that Chinwe sauntered in, looking radiant.
â€œWhat a transformationâ€ I whispered to the other guests. â€œShe looks stunning, what happened to her,?â€â€She should glow my dear, the lucky devil is pregnantÂ answeredÂ guest. Chinwe, a very successful business woman left a childless marriage years back when her husband got hooked to a lady who bredÂ like a rabbit. Rather than lose her sanity chasing after herÂ husbandâ€™s children and being snickered at behind her back, she simply moved into one of the beautiful houses she had all over the place.
â€œTwo years ago,â€ continued this guest, â€œChinwe came to her office to find this tall, handsome and strappling lad amongst a set of newly employed sales representatives. He wasâ€ in his early 20s but my goodness, the lad was sexy! Chinwe had had a string of men, most of them married, and always scuttling back to their wives after the occasional quickie.
The single ones had other female interests to attend to, scarcely candidates to give youÂ a child. All they ended giving her was a scratchy crotch from time to time.
â€œIt was a stroke of good fortune that Victor, the virile good lad with raging hormones, found his way to her employ. A few weeks later, she found time to haveÂ a chat with Victor and discovered he was squatting with two other friends in a room.
Chinwe promptly asked him to move to a room in the boys quarters of her house. The lad was God-sent. Because heâ€™s learnt to fend for himself most of his life, he could drive, do minor electrical repairs in the house and was a darn goodÂ cook to boot!Â It was at this juncture that Chinwe became ill and had to have a minor operation. Victor virtually lived his days in her hospital private room, retching and caring for her.
At first Chinweâ€™s friends and family were a bit skeptical about the relationship but once they saw how well she was taken care of,Â they learnt to relax around him.
â€œWhen Chinwe fully recovered, she put plan to action. She encouraged Victor to do more chores in the house and always invited him to watch the telly with her. To show her gratitude for his care of her when she was ill, she bought him funky clothes and shoes.
The transformation was mind-boggling and in no time at all, they became lovers. Chinwe confessed sheâ€™d never had sex as exhilarating as she was now having – anytime, every time and anywhere with an interesting lad who more than lasted the distance. She sent her wham-bam sugar daddies packing and without consciously willing it, found herself pregnant. She couldnâ€™t believe this icing on her delicious cake!
â€œShe immediately encouraged Victor to further his studies and used her influence to get him into a university which he now attends. She opened an account for Victor on campus and put in a substantial amount. She didnâ€™t want the future father or her child to come begging anytime he needed money.
The lad is so grateful and proud to be where he is now that he would give his right arm for her benefactor. She intends to have two more children by Victor after which sheâ€™ll happily release him to the wild!
â€œVictor doesnâ€™tÂ know of all this plan of Chinweâ€™s of course, and by the time heâ€™s ready to tryÂ his independent wings, Chinweâ€™s dreams of having children or her own would llC1ve been realized.
Victor too would be economically independent to start another family, knowing that if anything goes wrong in future, the mother of his first children would always be around to help. You canâ€™t get a better deal than that!â€