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.

Snogging in a dodgy alley behind the pub used to be the most common way I'd end my Saturday nights during my years in uni and then some. They seem like distant memories now but I'm ready to take on flirting with lads, maybe I can pull them like I use...

I still go out and grab a pint at the pub every now and then, I may be old but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna coop myself up in my flat. I'd even flirt with a few blokes when they come my way too, they'd even buy me a drink or two.

Lace and leather, those are my go to lingerie choices. You might think it's an odd mix but against the skin they feel delicious. I have quite the collection through the years and do not hesitate to drop a few pounds when I see a design I like.

When it comes to punishments, I would always lean towards using a riding crop to a tight man's arse. The sound leather makes against the skin and the way it makes the skin blush is such a sight to see. I sometimes have the urge to sink my teeth in.

If you look past my age, you will see that I am nothing but a horny old woman who enjoys the company of fit studs. Being old doesn't mean being dull and boring. I still do a lot of crazy things when I am bored and horny. Maybe I can share some of tha...