I know it might sound childish at my age, but whenever I feel down I make a blanket fort. Then grab a bottle of wine and read a smutty book while laying down or sitting inside it. Who else would love to enjoy and share a fort with me?

An old soul stuck in a young body. I get teased a lot for having hobbies that ladies have when they reach a certain age. But in my defense, I enjoy it immensely and it relaxes me. Despite the grandmother behavior, I have a tight quim that would make ...

I value comfort over being fashionable. I'd often be found in my flat wearing nothing but a white shirt and thigh high socks. I stay in rather than go out and party. Heavy snogging on the couch over uncomfortable groping in a bathroom stall.

When I was younger, my cunt have been ripped apart by savage men. I miss those days. I miss being harrassed while in public. I miss their filthy whispers. I wish I could experience it one last time before my bones become weak.

Daydreaming for most of the day, I ground myself by going on walks. Even when the weather is down right dreary, I would bundle up and make sure to wear my yellow boots to go out and about. There is beauty in even the greyest skies.

I have to admit that I can't help but beat the beans as soon as I hear my neighbours shagging and talking dirty to each other. Their conversations are really hot, making me randy, so you can't blame me if I have to beat the beans and use my sex toys ...