I was a prim and proper young adult, went to work and behaved the way I should and taught. Now that I've reached my 50s, it's time to let loose and experience the things I missed out on or deprived myself of.

This maybe an overstatement, but I forget my name when a lad pulls my hair while grinding inside me. Some men are afraid of going overboard because they think that every woman is the same. The thing is I'm not every woman.

The good thing about me is that I am not the type of lass who gets cheesed off over tiny and petty things. I don't get annoyed over the bad weather or maybe over an unpleasant meal. In fact, the only thing that makes me cheesed off is when lads do no...

"There were nights when the wind was so cold." "There were days when the sun was so cruel." But... "There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light." Life's like that. Trying to achieve the latter now, but I need a partner.

Don't judge the book by its cover; I may look like a saint, but I'm a fast learner. Teach me how to keep you fulfilled for the rest of the night, and watch me change from a saint to a playful lass. Don't keep me waiting, honey.