When I was younger, my cunt have been ripped apart by savage men. I miss those days. I miss being harrassed while in public. I miss their filthy whispers. I wish I could experience it one last time before my bones become weak.

I don't mask my emotions, which at times is not helpful but I do not like being pretentious to any kind of degree. This why when I am interested in a bloke, I don't hide it either. I muster up all the courage I can and flirt with them until I know th...

Retiring early seemed like a good idea at first but now I am bloody bored out of my mind. I would like to find enjoyment and thrill in all the things I missed out on when I was younger. With all this time on my hand and the youthful energy that didn'...

I love to be undressed slowly. Taking their time with stripping each article of clothing off me. Leaving kisses as they go, gentle or rough caresses against my supple skin. I wouldn't even mind if they use their tongue against my flesh just to tease ...

I like dark places. It's not that I love ghost hunting and such. The reason is I enjoy having a shag in the dark. The ambience of a completely dark place adds intimacy to it ̶ it's the intimacy that can't be found anywhere else.

Cuffing a bloke to a chair and riding his cock for all it's worth is how I love to shag. None of those sweet and slow caresses, I want the hard fucking that would leave me aching for days on end. I want to hear throaty moans and raspy shouts.