I worked as an exotic dancer in my early years, I loved every night I was on stage and I was fairly good at it. But, of course, that was eons ago and always chockfull of fond memories. Though I must say I still have a lot of dance moves left in me.

I'm not fascinated when men only appreciate me because of my big baps. I'd be happier if a bloke sees me beyond that. To have a bloke who sees me as a mature lass willing to love and be loved in return is priceless.

Packed with lips as kissable as cotton candy, I have got nothing to offer but my unmatched talents in bed. My looks plus my special talents will captivate any man, triggering him to have all of me again and again.

I have no criteria in my mind. I don't care if you think you're unattractive or you're the most handsome man in the world. I'm only after the one you have down there. What matters to me is if it's going to satisfy me or not.

I'm probably bloody horrible at flirting now but I'm still going to cast a line in case someone takes the bait. I'm not as flexible as I'd like to be but I'll be sure to makeup for it. Other than that, I'm not looking for anything serious. It's been ...

Tea is my first love. I can drink eight cups of tea with lots of milk while eating an egg and cress club sandwich filled with mayonnaise, mashed hard-boiled eggs, and cheese or dunking biscuits into my tea.