You don't have to be romantic when you're with me. Show me your wild side. Show me that hungry beast that's been caged inside you. Devour me in every way possible. Mark me as yours. Control me. Command me. You're my master.

Spotting a man in uniform, even if it's just pretending, makes me randy on another level. Maybe all gals have had the wet dreams of making a dignified gent to fall onto his knees. Or maybe that's just me.

It doesn't take a lot to excite an old lady like myself, just need flirty words and roaming hands. I'd be a right mess when I hear naughty promises, anticipating if they're going to push through with them or keep me waiting until I start begging.

There's nothing I want more than to look for a daring and naughty lad who can fulfill my sexual fantasies before I can say knife. I need someone who acts fast and who doesn't await instructions before starting his job to please my body.

My legs are long and soft similar to how bananas are. They are covered with silky stockings that are excited to be removed by a naked man. These enticing legs long to be kissed and touched over and over again.

I am done with the days of waiting around for my bore of a husband to make a move. It's been years since I've been shagged, bloody well not suffer any longer. I want to get back the moments I missed out on and maybe pick up some new tricks along the ...