I’m still gorgeous. I was a pretty girl who turned into a beautiful and alluring woman. Definitely gorgeous. I have been all my life and now as I reach middle age I want to go on being gorgeous. And why not, I enjoy being attractive, I like the way I look and I like that others like how I look too. I am a heterosexual woman and I have attracted male attention when I have wanted it, and yes, sometimes when I haven’t. But I have had choices, and we all know choices are good to have. Admittedly most of that male attention proved to be unsuitable and eventually unwanted, but there was a lot of delicious love-making and falling in love on the way to the inevitable partings and that has all been facilitated by my good looks as much as by my personality or cleverness. I have been delighted by the lovers who have pleasured me and equally I have relished pleasing them. I have been good at it. Yes, being gorgeous has been an advantage and a pleasure and I want to carry on being gorgeous.
I find myself asking myself if it is possible or indeed necessary to do all I can to stay still gorgeous whilst I grow older, and yes, just what is gorgeous anyway ?
