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.

Dreary weather is best spent inside, with a young bloke to occupy my time and keep the cold at bay. Sharing covers and letting hands roam freely, caressing warm skin before moving onto more pleasurable touches.

No matter how hard I try, it seems I can't please myself any more. My toys can't even give me the pleasure they once gave. It's frustrating that nothing I have can make me happy right now. I think the best way to end this is to have a proper stud who...

When I hit the big "five-o", I was determined to not let it get to me. Divorced my sodding husband, moved into my own flat, and got myself in the best shape I can. Now years after, I am ready to take on the task of shagging all the interested lads th...

One fantasy that will always make my knickers wet would involve my arms restrained behind my back before getting bent over and shagged. I've been waiting for the right lad for years, I hope they'd drop by soon.

I forgot what it feels like to spend cold nights wrapped around a warm body. It's been years since I have been pleased the way I crave to be. I've kept myself entertained in various ways, using my hands and toys, but nothing compares to the thrill sk...