Edging myself is the only way to assure that my orgasms would be magical. When I feel like I am close to creaming in my knickers, I stop touching myself. I only give in when I am frustrated as bloody hell and just start rubbing my clit furiously. I ...

Cuffing a bloke to a chair and riding his cock for all it's worth is how I love to shag. None of those sweet and slow caresses, I want the hard fucking that would leave me aching for days on end. I want to hear throaty moans and raspy shouts.

I'm trying my best to live my remaining years to the fullest. No one knows when they'll pop the clog. My life can last for a few more years or up to a decade. As such, I would like to enjoy every bit of pleasure I can get.

Possessing long legs and deep blue eyes, I've always been the favourite of the crowd. I can't count the times men ask for when I'm free which gives me a surreal feeling. Men swooning over me gives that feeling of not having aged at all.

As they say, life is not all beer and skittles. I believe that there will be times when we are going to deal with some problems. And right now, the only problem that I have is that I am being deprived of some cock.

Ever since I've been under the dry spell, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about naughty thoughts. And those thoughts start to become more intense as days pass by. So, what I want right now is for those thoughts to be released and heard. Is there...