I mainly dress for myself. I don't dress to impress. While I said that, I have no problem dressing up for someone special and to make him swoon over me. It's priceless when you see a man swoon with delight with how I look.

I'm looking for a man who'll leave me breathless, who'll eat my fanny like nobody ever did, who'll keep me wanting for more even after so many rounds. He should be experienced enough to know how he can get his way to me.

How am I supposed to live without a bloke in my life? Well, I can, except for the days when I feel randy, but there's no warm-blooded attractive creature near me to send me to the end of the rainbow where there's a pot of gold. Do you ask the sam...

I'm not so romantic which surprises a lot of blokes. I don't want to get attached or to let men feel that they're special in my heart. I'm playful, and it would be annoying to be with someone who'll get angry when I flirt with other men.

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.

Making a lady like me pleased is easy peasy. You just have to show me how hungry you are for me and how much you want to taste me. And I suggest that you do that by talking to me in a very dirty and slutty way.