I used to be a happy-go-lucky kind of lass until I realized that I am slowly getting old already. Now that I am at this age, some things are a bit out of reach now. I hope it's not too late for me to enjoy what life has planned out for me.

Edging myself is the only way to assure that my orgasms would be magical. When I feel like I am close to creaming in my knickers, I stop touching myself. I only give in when I am frustrated as bloody hell and just start rubbing my clit furiously. I ...

There's no room for awkwardness or shyness in me. I'm a bold lady with oozing sex appeal. When I'm randy, I do everything I can for a man to have an uncontrollable lust, making him pound me hard so many times.

A bloke's natural smell just gets me randy. I steal their shirts and wear them to sleep with nothing else on. Starkers, just a shirt with their manly smell and I'll be set for the night. Sweatshirts are also a favorable alternative.

I have come to the conclusion that I am addicted to watching pornography. I tend to spend hours just binging how other people shag each other. It makes me ache to have a prick lodged up my cunt and satisfy me.

Spotting a man in uniform, even if it's just pretending, makes me randy on another level. Maybe all gals have had the wet dreams of making a dignified gent to fall onto his knees. Or maybe that's just me.