Edging myself is the only way to assure that my orgasms would be magical. When I feel like I am close to creaming in my knickers, I stop touching myself. I only give in when I am frustrated as bloody hell and just start rubbing my clit furiously. I ...

I got divorced rather early and swore never to remarry. I have been in a few serious relationships, turns out I'm a "no strings attached" kind of gal. I flirt around and feel delighted when young men flirt back. I even like the way the word "ma'am" f...

First of, I'm not a conservative or a classy lass. When it's my free time, I go out partying and drinking either with my friends or with strangers. The next thing that happens after that is something I don't remember.

A lass who wants to cook for her lover, so when he gets home, he'll be met by the great aroma of delicious food. I want to give him a soothing massage for him to relax, so we can have an exhilirating sex after.

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.

What turns me on? The natural smell of a man. It doesn't need to be masked by cologne or deodorant, I just want that clean undisguised scent of a man who can placate me. Especially after fucking, that's when they smell the best. Just the sweet naked ...