I'm not ashamed to admit that my mind is filled with filthy thoughts day in, day out. If only you could see and hear my thoughts, you'd probably become randy right there and then. This is why, even at noon, I'm on the sofa wanking.

Craving to be treated like a treasure. Someone who will cherish me and always making me smile whenever I feel down. Asks if I have any requests or desires and fulfills them to the best of his abilities. Not leaving me to fend for myself at the end of...

Let us have a nice and long conversation about how hard it is to open up to someone you just met. I know that it might be awkward at first. However, the sooner we throw our awkwardness out of the window, the sooner you get to enter my backdoor.

I get hot easily when a man's finger travel from my boobies to my legs. This makes it difficult for me to resist even when there are people around us who are watching. I want to bloody admit that I've done it in public, and it's amazeballs.

Rough shagging when there are several people around us. If you ask me to do it in a pub, I'd be very happy. I'm not going to deny the fact that I'd love to be jackhammered hard and fast while drinks pour on us.

My favourite colour is yellow, reminds me of sunshine and I associate it with happy feelings. Sex during the late afternoons is the best time. Seeing my partner's skin bathed in yellow tones and observing how their body moves in response to my stroke...