I used to be the kind of lass who doesn't care even though she's single and alone. But as time flew, I realized that being single is actually so sad because I don't have someone to talk to, to touch, and of course, to fuck.

My baps are still my best features after all these years, perky and sizable. They're also sensitive, which is why I love it when a bloke licks it up and playfully nibbles on my nips. Using their hands to grope my arse is a marvelous option too.

I am the person that my mates would go to when they need comforting. I want a bloke who would be comfortable with sharing their troubles with me. No need to hide or pretend to be tough around me, I'm not the type to judge.

I live my own life, and I don't pry on other people's life. They do their own business, and I do mine. Simple as that. The only thing I care about is the unexplainable happiness I receive after shagging.

If it's not weird and inappropriate at all, I would prefer wearing just my tank top and tights when going out of the house. For starters, that outfit is comfortable as hell. But unfortunately, wearing tights in public is deemed to be malicious and in...

Faffing around during the weekend is nice and all, but when the weather is nice enough to shed layers-- then I make sure to bust out my collection of swimwear. I rather like the attention and the electric stares of blokes as I walk past them.