It doesn't take much to turn on little old me. Playful hands that seem to know where to go. Deep massages that slowly morph into foreplay. Keep it simple, one doesn't need to over do it. Just hard slow shagging and breathy moans is enough.

To dance the night away swaying our bodies with our own original song would be the most romantic thing that could happen. Ever! Top that with lots of mouth-watering whipped cream and everything is perfect.

A beautiful life is not when I have a posh car, a palace, nor an uncountable pounds. Life becomes amazing when there are unlimited and incredible sex every day of the year. Life is awesome when there are millions of men wanting to have me.

"All fur coat and no knickers", now I would love to take on literally. I have the physique to pull it off, curvy and buxom despite already at the age I am in. I still have the insatiable urge to ride any man that comes my way.

A cuppa and a good smutty novel is the best way to spend the afternoon. I let my imagination run as wild as it can while I still haven't found a young bloke to play with. When I do though, I'll make sure they're going to forget their name.

Snogging in an alleyway is as far as I got to doing naughty things outdoors, and that felt like it was a decade ago already. Now I want to up the stakes and would love to get fucked like no ones business in a dingy walkway at the back of a pub.