When I was up the duff with my first child, I was unbelievably randy yet my husband wouldn't even lay a finger on me. Now that I'm in my 50s, I never expected to be more randy than I was then. I hope I won't end up as disappointed and disgruntled as ...

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.

The only man worthy to be with me is someone who is capable of giving me the desire I want. There is no point in sending me a message if you can't make me cum. Worshipping my feet is the best way to do that. Do you think you can kiss my soles and suc...

In my mind, the dinner table can be used for more than just meals. It's the best place to layout my body to be devoured by a gentleman much younger than I am. He is welcomed to eat me out or make a serving of cream pie in my cunt.

I am taking this as the last chance to find a gent to spend the remainder of my life with. Nothing serious, I'm not looking to get married anymore-- that dream went out the window years ago. Just casual fun and maybe share intimate thoughts.

I want to bring back the youthful glow I had when I was shagging just about any bloke that come my way. I want to feel like my skin is on fire and only having another being against it would satisfy the burn.