Ever since I was a child, I had the habit of biting my lips. Whenever I get nervous or someone catches my eye, I can't help but bite my lips. The thoughts that pop up, especially when I see a bloke I want to spend the night with, makes me cross my le...

Mimosas in the morning is a blessing in disguise, I have to tell you I would bathe myself in it if I can. What would sound more inviting is having someone lick the drink off of my busty knockers after I "spilled" it down my cleavage.

Being single at my age has its challenges but what's life without the excitement of overcoming them? I've been gagging for some hard shagging from a buff bloke that could show me a few positions I have not tried before. Missionary has become rather d...

I live alone nowadays, divorced and my son is already in university to finish his degree. Now what activities can I occupy myself with? I would often spend hours watching pornographic films, I am rather fond of the homemade ones rather than those scr...

Massages are a blessing from the divine gods! I love receiving and giving them as a preparation to the main fucking event. Especially when you have weary joints like me, it is good to give a good rub down before doing any strenuous activity.

I'm attracted to men who have the power to make me dripping wet in an instant. These men are what I consider as gods on Earth because they know my sexual needs. They can make my legs tremble with their touch.