A dashing lad with his shirt sleeves folded up to his elbows always catches my attention. I may not be young anymore but I am still adept at handling a man's throbbing Johnson. I want to find out if they fuck as good as they dress.

If you want to taste the best fish and chips in town, then you should please me first because I am the one who cooks it. I may not be great in bed, but I am sure as hell I am one of the best when it comes in the kitchen.

Candy floss has always been my favoured sweet. Some would even say that it explains why I taste sweet as well. From kisses to my sopping kitty, I've been told that I am a delightful treat. Age aside, I can say that pleasure is a guarantee too.

No one has ever fucked me the way I deserved before. All my past relationships are with lads who respect me even in the bedroom. There's nothing wrong with that. It's just, I want to be roughed up and treated hard when I am being fucked.

I'm still a working gal, believe it or not, and I supported myself all my life. It recently dawned to me how much time I've spent sitting in an office chair when I could be sitting a lad's lap. I hope it's not too late to be chasing joysticks.

No matter how chaotic the world around me may get, my mind will always be at ease knowing that I've done nearly all the things I want to do in my life. The only thing left on my bucket list is having a weeklong fuckfest with young studs. I hope I can...