I was fucked last night. It wasn't a great fuck – I don't think I've ever had one of those – but it was a fuck and I needed it. My name is Linda. I'm 58 years old and divorced for four years but had no sexual relationship with him for years before that. I'll describe myself honestly. I'm short and fat in the wrong places. My tits sag and I've never had claims to being more than averagely attractive even when I was young and my face shows my age now. I'm the sort of woman men don't notice, even the ones who wank over granny porn. I only started masturbating after the divorce. It was good but bit by bit it wasn't enough and plastic toys do nothing for me. I wanted to be naked with a guy who would get me good and wet, suck and squeeze my tits, stick his fingers in my cunt. I wanted to feel his weight riding on top of me while his cock filled my vag. I thought, this is not going to happen unless I make it. I went out to bars but no one tried to pick me and I didn't dare approach a man. Until last night. There was this guy, ordinary looking like me. He could have been my ex-husband.We had some drinks together then he walked me to my door where I said: “Come in and fuck me?” Five minutes later we were both nude in my bedroom, a little to his bewilderment, I think. I realised that I was in charge. I had to help him at first, fondling his prick until he got a boner and telling him how much I needed him. I finally got him going and he fucked me twice which was the most he was going to manage. I might see him again but it doesn't matter now that I know the secret: you get what you ask for.