Flowers and sweets are nice, but I would rather receive the best fucking shagging experience there is with a fit young bloke. I don't want to waste my time imagining the things I might miss out just because of my age.

I'm bold and daring. I travel by myself. When on the road, I don't use GPS. I love to communicate, so when I'm unsure of the location of a certain lovely place I stop and ask people. I've also tried kissing a stranger along the way.

I love the smell of flowers. It's so fresh and pure. This is the reason, I go for a walk in the park on Saturday mornings. Floral scent makes me forget I haven't had a shag with a chap for a long time.

I may sound desperate, but there is no other way for an old hag such as myself to get a man but to be really desperate. I will be down on my knees if I have to just to experience again the intense sensation of having a man fuck me hard until my body ...

I think I baked just about every flavour of pie there is on this planet by being the model housewife. The best pie does not involve an oven though. The recipe includes a dashing lad's dipstick, a bed-- though not necessarily, and my aching cunt.

Exchanging private jokes or goofing around is a good way to have fun, isn't it? If you say yes, send me your sweetest message. Make sure it's really overloaded with sweetness. Or else, I might not be able to notice it, luv.