Sings in the shower. Eats strawberries. Drinks smoothies - mango flavour. Walks around the house naked. Confident. I've got something to show. Loves talking about different things. Fun topics and serious ones.

I can't settle with one kind of sex every time a man fucks me. I don't think it's worthwhile being dribbled when it's the same kind of technique. A variety is necessary to keep the flame burning for years to come.

I've collected a lot of items through the years, my favourite would be the leather sex paraphernalia in the special trunk tucked away in my closet. I'm still waiting for the right lad to come along and use them on me.

I am getting sick and tired of playing with myself. My fingers and toys have reached their limit. They are not giving me the pleasure they used to provide before. I think I need the real thing for now. I hope someone here would find it in their heart...

I don't want to think that I'm about to reach the final period of my life. My face has changed a bit. You can see lines all over them. But my body hasn't aged at all. I can still get down on my knees to give you a head.

Yes, I'm aged but not yet an ancient. You can assume that I'm already on the wrong side of 40, but there's no uncertainty that I can misbehave in bed like I'm still in my 20's. Is it tempting if I say that I could last for an hour or two?