I once dreamed of having a happy life with my husband when I was little, but that dream has forever changed. I think it's more fun having casual affairs with men. After a night of pleasure, we can go our separate ways.

It took a lot of contemplating and have talked myself out of it a few times but I've come to the conclusion that I want to start looking for a partner again. Nothing serious, I think I'm past that now at my age. Casual and flirty, conversations that ...

I am an independent woman, yes, but that doesn't mean I am not looking for some sweet and hard loving. Emphasize on the hard loving one, I do like to get pounded into the mattress like a fuck toy. I need to get the tension out of the way.

Obviously, this old but scrummy lady is filled with sexual thoughts, making her randy every minute. She likes to imagine herself being teased in public before a well-endowed man pounds her from behind.

What fascinates me in particular about some men is their genuine interest in women. They listen to my little stories even when it's already dark outside. They're even amused at how fun I can be when there's just the two of us.

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?