A good smut is always the best way to get my knickers wet. Thinking about what if what I'm reading would happen to me. What if a fit lad walks into my bedroom door and asks me if he can have his way with me, to become the mistress he wants to please ...

People often describe me as wild and sexy when I was younger. Now that I am at this age, I may not be as sexy as before, but I am still as wild as ever. I can make you scream out my name using nothing but my mouth.

When I say I want dessert, it would usually involve a schlong with whipped cream at the top. It can get messy but I love cleaning up as much as I can with my tongue and mouth. As a reward after, I get to ride it like I did in the prime of my youth.

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 would love to be treated with respect in the streets and disrespected under the sheets. I may look like a respectable lady, but behind my innocent facade is a naughty bint, waiting for her chance to show off her wild and crazy thoughts.

I find flowers lovely, I always drop by a flower shop on my way home to grab a bunch to display. I wish picking up gents is as easy at just picking them up in a shop to bring back to my flat and shagging them senseless. That would be very convenient,...