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A cuppa and a good smutty novel is the best way to spend the afternoon. I let my imagination run as wild as it can while I still haven't found a young bloke to play with. When I do though, I'll make sure they're going to forget their name.

Men who let me do my job while inside the bedroom draw me near. I appreciate men who love to see the love of their life grinding on top of them while they do nothing but moan with pleasure. It's rare to find these kinds of men these days.

Lady Luck has never been on my side ever since I was young. Now that I am old, even Father Time has forsaken me. I know it might be next to impossible to ask for a young lad to pay attention to me, but I am still hoping I can have that.

I have no love for books nor movies. Is this adulting? No idea. That doesn't mean that I have no hobbies though. In my spare time, I play table tennis or badminton. I'm also in bliss playing volleyball with a good looking bloke.

It would be awesome to find a young stud who will still fuck me with no hesitation despite my age. I know it's almost impossible to have someone like that, so I am willing to compromise with an old champ who can still bang me hard.

A bloke's natural smell just gets me randy. I steal their shirts and wear them to sleep with nothing else on. Starkers, just a shirt with their manly smell and I'll be set for the night. Sweatshirts are also a favorable alternative.

What would be the best way to spend the dreary afternoons? Binge watching my favourite porn films. When it rains, I stay indoors and get wet myself. Nothing wrong with a middle aged woman wanking herself until she passes out, am I right?