So what does an old lady like me have to do to get a bloke who can fuck me into oblivion? I've been alone for so long that I have already forgotten what it is like to have someone's breath against my skin.

Walking into boutiques which sells racy and lacy knickers is my version of heaven on earth! The reaction I get when I take off my clothes in front of an excited young bloke is priceless. Plus it makes me feel like a goddess when I wear a new pair.

Because I still work at the office despite my age, I come across dashing lads everyday. They're a cheeky bunch as well, always complimenting me and even flirting. I wonder what they'd do if I told them that I want to make one of them my pet.

A bloke's natural smell just gets me randy. I steal their shirts and wear them to sleep with nothing else on. Starkers, just a shirt with their manly smell and I'll be set for the night. Sweatshirts are also a favorable alternative.

Arms raised and legs wrapped around a fit gent's torso as he pounds into me with all his might, I would love to make that dirty dream come true. Just thinking about it makes my cunt ache and throb in delicious ways.