I reckon the remedy to a boring afternoon is to be shagged senseless by a fit bloke in front of a mirror, and I strongly agree. It gets me going when I see how a cock slides into my sopping cunt or being watched by the fine gent I'm with.

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.

The most exciting shag I've ever had was in the university library a few decades ago. It was titillating because of the added danger of getting caught at any moment. I remember I bit my tongue in my effort to keep my mouth shut while I creamed all ov...

Most assumed that I'd grow out of my playfulness but on the contrary I get away with a lot of things now that I'm older. It gives me a thrill like no other when I get to do mischief with daring lads, groping each other's naughty bits or snogging in t...

I want the kind of shagging that gets hot and heavy very fast that there will be no time to take off all my clothing. Too randy to bother with removing knickers, just getting it shoved to the side and sliding a young man's throbbing cock in.

I once caught a mate of my son with his pants down because he thought beating his bishop in our living room was a brilliant idea. Nevertheless though, I gave him a "hand" just so he wouldn't feel so embarrassed about the whole ordeal.