Going benders during the weekend has been a norm during my years in uni. I would always end up snogging a fine gent in the bathroom of the pub. If they're good at it, I would take them to my flat and shag their brains out. What I would give to get to...

I miss those days - climbing trees, hiking, waking up early to see the rising of the sun and the sea of clouds. I'd surely go hiking again in the future. I might try going to Mt. Everest or in Mt. Elbrus.

I can be the lass that you’re looking for. One way to know for sure is to give me the chance to prove it to you. If that is as sound as a pound, why don’t we have a proper chat right now. Let me know if you’re interested.

Dogging is what I want to try soon. My past sexual affairs have always been private, and it makes me a little bored. I don't feel the excitement anymore. Maybe dogging could bring back the excitement I once had before. I miss that old self of mine.

What differs me from younger ladies is the experience I've accumulated from getting off at weekends. With the number of years shagging under my belt, I'm the glorious partner you'll only have once in your lifetime.

Smutty novels don't get me randy the way they used to in my youth. I turned to watching porn and exchanging naughty messages with dishy lads half my age is what gets me hot and bothered these days. Reading wild escapades and their dirtiest fantasies ...