Furs and silks, now those are just luxurious against the skin-- I've collected quite a number. I would always end up wearing nothing underneath, run my hands all over the clothing to rub it against me more. Recently I wonder what it would feel like t...

Flirting seems to be different now than it did when I was a teenager. Everything moves fast now and I would like not be left behind. To be honest, I'm not adept with how flirting works but I am good with my hands and mouth.

When it comes to shagging, I like getting fucked raw. No condoms, it gets in the way of sensation which I think is a shame. I'm not worried about getting knocked up since I had that taken care of years ago, so why not give me a serving of cream pie?

My red heels has been a staple, pulled lots of gents while wearing them back in the days. Now I pair them with lacy lingerie when I spend a night shagging dishy lads who don't mind being with a lady like me. I'm quite fond of how their jaws fall open...

I reckon the remedy to a boring afternoon is to be shagged senseless by a fit bloke in front of a mirror, and I strongly agree. It gets me going when I see how a cock slides into my sopping cunt or being watched by the fine gent I'm with.

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'...