Many men are enchanted my by mesmerising eyes. I can hear them gasp as I pass by the street or when riding the tube. I can't blame them, can't I? But, I'm not the typical lass who shags with anyone without the getting to know part.

I don't care anymore if I may look desperate and pathetic. It's been a long time since my cunt experienced what it's like to be fucked hard by a big cock. I am starting to feel dry down there. I badly need someone who can make me wet again.

I imagined myself being placed on top of the kitchen counter, with my legs spread as wide as it can while a dashing lad is fucking me like his life depended on it. Now that is the ultimate dream of a lady like me who missed the opportunity during her...

Flirting and pulling blokes has never been my strong suit, I'd always end up tripping on words. Even now, a bit late to the party but I'm looking forward to getting to know lads again. Maybe I could even open up more about my naughty side.

I don't have gag reflex, I don't know if that's a talent but my throat getting fucked is not an issue. I can still go down on my knees and give a lad a good time. They might have to help me up though, aging kneecaps and all.

I don't want to think of myself as an old granny who's frail or weak. I'm a mature lady who has an interesting daily routine. I cook breakfast - egg and sausage for my toast bread. I do gardening as I love plants/flowers. I get naughty at night.