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.

There's something about a lad who knows his way around the kitchen that makes me want to fuck me hard. I am not a good cook, but I think my body is tasty enough to offset that. You do all the cooking, and I'll be in charge of all the eating.

I've been told by a few gents that I was the best shag they've ever had. I would often answer that compliment with a blush and cheeky smile before saying that it comes with the age. And it really does, experience in pleasuring doesn't come overnight.

I know I shouldn't be playing with food but the thought of a cock covered in whipped cream has me soaking. I have a sweet tooth and even if I know I should be dialing it down, I get dessert whenever I can.

Where would be the best place for quick shag? Carparks in the middle of the night is the winner in my mind. Getting so randy that we couldn't wait to get into a proper bed to shag each other. I haven't done that in a while, but it still makes my cunt...

To blindfold a man and see him tremble because of intense pleasure is fulfilling. I have a good time running an ice cube over his nipples. What happens next is an exquisite blowjob with chilled champagne.

Popping a bottle of cheap champagne for no apparent reason is one of the simple things that bring me joy. A good shag on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, on the bed, in the shower, or anywhere really, brings me delight and satisfaction.