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.

Snogging in an alleyway is as far as I got to doing naughty things outdoors, and that felt like it was a decade ago already. Now I want to up the stakes and would love to get fucked like no ones business in a dingy walkway at the back of a pub.

Love is like the stairs. It has so many levels. You have to go through so many steps before you learn what real love is. While love is as sweet as honey, I wouldn't dare tread on it. All I'm after is unforgettable sex.

I picked up the habit of smoking at a pretty young age. I have tried quitting a few times but when I get stressed out, I have to light one. Though I also found out that a great way to make the stress go away is to fuck a willing bloke.

Because of my flirty, naughty, and horny nature, some blokes mistake me as a bint or a tart. But the truth is, I'm not a prostitute. I guess I just like acting like one. And to be perfectly honest with you, I've never done sex work in my whole life.