I'm pleased when a man ties my arms to the bed then have his way with me by fingering me. The euphoria it brings lasts for a day. But even after its effect, I can still feel that my fanny yearns to experience it again.

A good smut is always the best way to get my knickers wet. Thinking about what if what I'm reading would happen to me. What if a fit lad walks into my bedroom door and asks me if he can have his way with me, to become the mistress he wants to please ...

Woke up and realized that I'm still single and haven't done it for yonks, let's say been years. I'm not barking or a high maintenance quine. Just a bint who fancies a food-loving and ace man when it comes to shagging. It is also dishy to find a man ...

I'm not into beyond fit men. Too perfect is boring. I like twists, not the cinnamon twist, but something more deliciously surprising. After all, we live in a world where surprises keeps us more alive. Have you noticed?

I always take advantage of the rare sunny days by lounging on the beach and soaking up as much vitamin D as I can. But when it's dreary, I tend to get my dose of "D" elsewhere. Preferably from a dapper lad who's half my age.

I might sound greedy, but I'll never try group sex for the very reason that I don't like sharing. He can do anything he wants after we're done, but until then he should only have sex with me and no one else.