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.

Certainty. Confidence. Conviction. Before doing something, I think about it a million times. By the time I do it, I'm convinced of it. I don't have self-doubt within me nor does the idea of having one crosses my mind. This both applies to sex and bus...

I'm not happy with pure touches and lots of kissing if there are no props. To up the game, there should be a pack of cold ice cubes that I, my tempting mouth can use to tickle someone's sensitive zones.

I'm not fascinated when men only appreciate me because of my big baps. I'd be happier if a bloke sees me beyond that. To have a bloke who sees me as a mature lass willing to love and be loved in return is priceless.

I imagined myself being placed on top of the kitchen counter, with my legs spread as wide as it can while a dashing lad is fucking me like his life depended on it. Now that is the ultimate dream of a lady like me who missed the opportunity during her...