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Going for walks around the park to stretch my legs would often have me wondering what it would be like to get shagged on one of the benches. It's a fantasy that little old me would love to talk about with dishy lads.

Grabbing a pint at the first pub I walk through as soon as I clock out on Fridays is one of the most fulfilling events of my week, been doing it for years. What would make it better is a gent who'd let me tie him to a chair and play with him like the...

I reckon that things get better with time, I would like to assume that it applies to sex too. I assure you that women in their 40's are some of the randiest bunch, I am the perfect example. I crave shagging a cock more now than I did when I was in my...

I would often find myself wondering where the times have gone but try not to let it get to me. I'm not gonna waste more time wallowing in self-pity at my old age, time to find other thrills to occupy my time. Especially if it involve playing around w...

After all the things I've been through in my life, never did I lose hope that things will get better, and it does. For me, the bad stuff that happens to people is there for a reason. They can either be part of the trials for character development or ...

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.

Having brunch with the old gals seem to be the only event that I look forward to nowadays. I would love to have other things to anticipate, especially if it's the fine body of a lad. Oh, the things I could do with my tongue and tits.