I am taking this as the last chance to find a gent to spend the remainder of my life with. Nothing serious, I'm not looking to get married anymore-- that dream went out the window years ago. Just casual fun and maybe share intimate thoughts.

When I was younger, I used to believe in fairytales and happy endings wherein I get to find a guy who can be my prince charming. But as time passed by and as I grew older, I learned that fairytales are full of bullshit. If you think the same way as m...

Having brunch with the old gals seem to be the only event that I look forward to nowadays. I would love to have other things to anticipate, especially if it's the fine body of a lad. Oh, the things I could do with my tongue and tits.

I don't have gag reflex, I don't know if that's a talent but my throat getting fucked is not an issue. I can still go down on my knees and give a lad a good time. They might have to help me up though, aging kneecaps and all.

There are times that I fancy a stroll in the park with just a trench coat on. Nothing else, just a coat and a pair of heels. I think I could get away with it, I mean why would a middle-aged woman like me be up to no good?

It can be quite depressing to be alone all the time. I only have my toys to keep me company when I feel sad and horny. I want someone to be there for me when I suddenly become lustful. Someone who can satisfy the cravings of my horny pussy.

Getting old has not left bitterness in my heart. I'm happy to say I have lived a life full of different patterns that have shaped me for who I am today. Had it not been for those patterns, I wouldn't be as good as I am in bed today.