the First time I met Jill, were for my own lingerie fashion show at Copenhagen fashion week.
Jill was a mature lady at the beginning of the 60s - tall, slim, almost skinny, but with a beautiful and elegant look.
Her short, blonde hair and blue eyes revealed her Swedish ancestors. In her younger years she had been a model and undertøjsmannequin. She loved sexy lingerie and went to all catwalkshows, she could get to.
She was fascinated by me and my pornokarriere and bought in tons of my lingerimærke Katja K.
My naughty lingerie she used to seduce young guys with, as she was possessed of.
Then, I did not hear from her for many years, but suddenly one day she wrote to me on Facebook.
We began to chat regularly, and her favorite subject was sex.
She told me about her many spontaneous sexeventyr, and it was clear that she was a nymphomaniac.
Her personality was humorous, and she had a very sophisticated and outspoken manner.
As a child and young she was grown up in a strict catholic home and therefore had had to suppress her strong sexuality. She had been married at an early age with a dominant businessman, as she quickly got a couple of kids with. He was always on a business trip, so it was her that went home and took care of the children and the house.
She was lonely and longed for sex. She got nothing of her husband, when he was finally home, for the sacked, he along with the other women on his many trips abroad.
One day she had enough and divorced him. Now the children were grown and had moved away from home.
For the first time in her life, she was now free as a bird and ready to throw out in the sexeventyr.
Her secret longings had grown big, and she no longer had any filter back.
She had been to an elderly woman with a penchant for young boys.
London was replaced with Nice. The south of france became her new playground where she could romp.
She was half French, so she was at home.
She told me the naughtiest stories about how she is on the streets and alleys met the handsome young guys, who she seduced, and fell over with a ravenous appetite. They would rather than like to be seduced by an experienced woman who could teach them up.
They sent her 'dickpics', which she sent on to me. She was not outraged to get them, rather the contrary. It turned her to see close-ups of big, pricks.
I also received even pictures from horny guys, so the ones we exchanged with each other.
She asked me for advice; She would be a porn star, but was in doubt whether she was too old?
’naw, do it!’ – ’Age is only a number, and you are a beautiful, horny woman’, I had responded to her.
She traveled to Paris, where she went to pornocastings. They filmed her having sex with young male models.
She was proud of his courage and looked forward to a future pornokarriere as an independent mature woman.
Unfortunately, she never put the time into his new career, for she was killed by the terrorists who plowed through a crowd with a big van, on the boulevard in the southern French city of Nice.
Jill was a great inspiring person, who does not let himself be deterred by society's norms of what one can afford as the older woman, and she had a large sexual needs. A zest for life, in addition to the usual. Strong!
I Wish other mature women could be so free in itself. Blessed be her memory.