Tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, wearing red lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. I paint a pretty picture, don't I? Now imagine me rubbing my legs together and begging for your cock, does that peak your interest, luv?

I have a weak spot for lads who looks like they need a lot of help and need to be taken care of. I think I miss all those years I spent taking care of my siblings. Now that they are all grown up, I have nothing left to take care of, so I am looking f...

Going out during the weekends has long left my system. When you're in your 50s, staying in would be the best way to spend it. I would often pull out my collection of smutty novels then proceed to let my imagination and hands run havoc.

Late at night, when I have trouble sleeping, I would often pass time by seeing how many times I can orgasm until I pass out. I am always suprised by how my stamina is still the same as it was when I was in my 20's.

I still go out and grab a pint at the pub every now and then, I may be old but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna coop myself up in my flat. I'd even flirt with a few blokes when they come my way too, they'd even buy me a drink or two.

Snogging in a dodgy alley behind the pub used to be the most common way I'd end my Saturday nights during my years in uni and then some. They seem like distant memories now but I'm ready to take on flirting with lads, maybe I can pull them like I use...