Whenever a lad hits up on me and asks me where I came from, I always tell them I came from a floating island in Gulliver's Travels. They laugh. Those little bastards don't know it's Laputa. Guess I'll have to change my address, whaddya think?

I am not sure what to do now that I have no one to take care of. I've spent most of my entire life taking care of someone else. As such, I feel quite lonely now that I am alone and no one to look out for. Maybe you can help me out.

Back in my uni days, I would often get too hung up on blokes that did not know how to treat me right. Now that I'm older and wiser, casual flings is not a problem anymore. Time to have fun with as many lads as I can and show them what real pleasure i...

I have to say, when it comes to hard shagging, it's best done with those who have plenty of experience -- like me. I would love to chat with blokes who know how to handle a vivacious woman who comes their way. It's okay to not be gentle either, I can...

Being the strict governess of misbehaving young gents is a fantasy I've been gagging to try out. All the ways I could punish them when they don't follow instructions down to the tee. Oh, how that makes my knickers soaked just imagining it.

Now what does a lady in her 40s need to do to catch a fit bloke's attention? I want a gent who knows how to entertain a woman with his words and hands. I want someone to banter with and let the sexual tension fill the air. I want the hard fucking lik...