I have a pair of "fuck me" heels and they work like a charm even after all these years. When I have them on, I know I'm gonna get thoroughly fucked that night-- and I do! I always feel confident and desirable as soon as I slip them on.

As I grew older, the more I crave to be plowed from behind by a buff lad and getting my hair pulled back. Rough and deep, that's how to handle a woman properly. Particularly ladies my age, we tend to get rowdy when when we're not being taken care of ...

Going out during the weekends has long left my system. When you're in your 50s, staying in would be the best way to spend it. I would often pull out my collection of smutty novels then proceed to let my imagination and hands run havoc.

Putting pretty boys in equally pretty corsets is the ultimate fantasy for me. It gets me soaked just imagining dainty waists contrasting with wide shoulders and throbbing dicks. I hope my years of searching will finally be over soon!

Snogging in an alleyway is as far as I got to doing naughty things outdoors, and that felt like it was a decade ago already. Now I want to up the stakes and would love to get fucked like no ones business in a dingy walkway at the back of a pub.

Have fun with this woman of substance. Jackhammer her as if she's the brightest star in the cosmos. Don't let her think that she's in the autumn of her life. Whisper nice words in her ear. She'll definitely be in bliss.