There are two sides to me. One time I am this delightful, reserved, and virtuous lady, the next day I am this naughty, whimsical and chatty dame who is so enthusiastic in sharing her sexual daydreams.

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.

People often describe me as wild and sexy when I was younger. Now that I am at this age, I may not be as sexy as before, but I am still as wild as ever. I can make you scream out my name using nothing but my mouth.

A dashing lad with his shirt sleeves folded up to his elbows always catches my attention. I may not be young anymore but I am still adept at handling a man's throbbing Johnson. I want to find out if they fuck as good as they dress.

I want the simple pleasures in life, no need for fanfare or being over the top. Even when it comes to shagging, I've always preferred to focus on how to fully satiate the need within me rather than back breaking positions. Though recently, buggery so...

I bought a lounge chair and I've been pondering on what the best shagging positions could be done on it. I have to say that the winner was getting shagged from behind and being pulled back as far as my spine would let little old me.