Playing tennis was a way for me to release tension for years. Nowadays, I am often disappointed that it doesn't give me the same thrill anymore. Maybe fucking a dipstick would make me feel better, maybe those of the younger variety will do.

One thing I realized upon reaching this age is that it is not easy anymore to find a lad who is willing to waste time on me. It's quite depressing that I am not as hot as I used to, but my mind still craves the attention I used to have.

I know that I am not the first choice of anybody. I have learned to accept that I am nothing but a backup option for most lads. I have lived long enough to understand that my beauty is not that great. However, I can still give you a night to remember...

Some ladies are here to look for someone to fall in love with. Others are searching for lads who can fuck with them. But I am not one of those ladies. I don't want someone to love nor someone to fuck. What I only want is someone who can be really dir...

How do you measure a man? Through his penis, IMO. A man with a huge one plus with great sex skills is a blessing. When I come across those kinds of men, I don't let them slip through my fingers. Now it's your turn. How do you measure a lass?

Incorporating food items into sexual activities is one of my favourite things in the world. I would often use syrups or cream to slather on the shaft and see how loud they'd moan. I wonder if men half my age are messy eaters too.