Back in the days, it was scandalous and impressive to own a thong-- now it is normal. I took full advantage of this and now own various knickers, from lacy to barely-there. I have to say, it makes me feel confident enough to want to shag a well hung ...

Even as I grew older, watching the rainfall still brings me joy. I would sit by the window with a cuppa in hand, the dreary weather is my little escape. I would be nice to find a gent who enjoys the dreary weather too. I know we could even find other...

It doesn't take much to turn on little old me. Playful hands that seem to know where to go. Deep massages that slowly morph into foreplay. Keep it simple, one doesn't need to over do it. Just hard slow shagging and breathy moans is enough.

Grabbing a pint at the first pub I walk through as soon as I clock out on Fridays is one of the most fulfilling events of my week, been doing it for years. What would make it better is a gent who'd let me tie him to a chair and play with him like the...

I'm probably bloody horrible at flirting now but I'm still going to cast a line in case someone takes the bait. I'm not as flexible as I'd like to be but I'll be sure to makeup for it. Other than that, I'm not looking for anything serious. It's been ...

People expect women my age to sit around, host tea, and gossip about scandalous things. Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'd rather sit on a fit bloke's lap and grind myself against him until I'm ready to take his cock in my cunt.