Many men are enchanted my by mesmerising eyes. I can hear them gasp as I pass by the street or when riding the tube. I can't blame them, can't I? But, I'm not the typical lass who shags with anyone without the getting to know part.

I'm a bit late to the game, I glued arse too much to the office chair and now regret having to miss out on opportunities like shagging gents in the pub or in the back of a car. Nonetheless I still have a lot of kick in me, particularly tricks that co...

Massages are absolutely delightful! The warm oil against my skin, worked onto my body by calloused warm hands. Starkers in a dim room, candles scattered around with soft music playing in the background. Then maybe progressing to massaging the naughty...

Dogging is what I want to try soon. My past sexual affairs have always been private, and it makes me a little bored. I don't feel the excitement anymore. Maybe dogging could bring back the excitement I once had before. I miss that old self of mine.

Whenever a lad hits up on me and asks me where I came from, I always tell them I came from a floating island in Gulliver's Travels. They laugh. Those little bastards don't know it's Laputa. Guess I'll have to change my address, whaddya think?

This maybe an overstatement, but I forget my name when a lad pulls my hair while grinding inside me. Some men are afraid of going overboard because they think that every woman is the same. The thing is I'm not every woman.