I’ve watched my Grams get quieter every year. The same soft smile, the same gentle hands, but the light in her eyes kept dimming. She’d sit at the kitchen table after dinner and say things like, “Nobody looks at an old woman anymore,” or “I miss having someone warm next to me.” It broke my heart. So I did what any devoted granddaughter would do…

I opened a dating profile for her.

Not some boring “looking for companionship” thing. No. I went full Grammy Wants Some Dick. I told her I was in charge of the pictures. I made her put on that pretty floral blouse she loves, then slowly open it. I had her turn around, bend a little, show off that thick, soft body she’s always been embarrassed about. I told her the truth: men are going to lose their minds over her. Those heavy breasts, that soft belly, that gorgeous ass, the silver hair in a perfect bun… she’s pure fantasy material and she doesn’t even know it.

I looked her right in the eyes while she was half-undressed and said, “Grams, if we find a nice man, the two of us will fuck him just to be nice. I’ll even throw in my little grand-trick.” The way her cheeks went pink made me smile. She didn’t say no. She just whispered, “You always were a wicked girl.”

So here she is. My Grams. Lonely no more if I have anything to say about it. Scroll down and meet the woman who raised me… and who is finally about to get the attention (and the dick) she deserves.