My mind is starting to forget how it feels like to have my pussy and pooper stuffed with a big cock. It's heartbreaking that not many lads are interested in me anymore just because I got old. I hope there are still men out there who can see past my a...

Popping a bottle of cheap champagne for no apparent reason is one of the simple things that bring me joy. A good shag on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, on the bed, in the shower, or anywhere really, brings me delight and satisfaction.

I like coming home to a clean flat, I am quite the perfectionist which is why clutter is a big no. The only place that I like to get filthy in is on the bed with a fit bloke. Especially if chocolate syrup is involved.

You may see me as a granny full of wrinkles, but what you don't know is that I'm wilder than the younger ladies you meet in the streets. I can make you release that spunk you've been holding on to for too long.

Silk sheets feel divine against the skin. I've always slept in bed starkers, no need for knickers when I'm going to end up taking it off when I get randy. I've kept my chest of toys under the bed for easy reach ever since I first bought my first sex ...

I don't want to think that I'm about to reach the final period of my life. My face has changed a bit. You can see lines all over them. But my body hasn't aged at all. I can still get down on my knees to give you a head.