I'm a woman who relishes taking care of her man, serious about being in a relationship, passionate, mature and very nurturing. I'm pretty sure that I could undoubtedly pass as every man's ideal woman.

If you want to taste the best fish and chips in town, then you should please me first because I am the one who cooks it. I may not be great in bed, but I am sure as hell I am one of the best when it comes in the kitchen.

It took a lot of contemplating and have talked myself out of it a few times but I've come to the conclusion that I want to start looking for a partner again. Nothing serious, I think I'm past that now at my age. Casual and flirty, conversations that ...

I'm not looking for love. I'm not looking for a strong man to protect me. I'm self-reliant, and I'm not expecting a man to be with me 24 hrs or a man who's one call away. What I'm yearning is a huge knob that would pound my fanny in ways unimaginable...

Living a peaceful life to me means getting off with a lad every two weeks. I like his arms to be wrapped around me as we sleep. If he's nice and I'm satisfied, I'd be happy to cook and serve him the most delicious food on earth.

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.