Cuffing a bloke to a chair and riding his cock for all it's worth is how I love to shag. None of those sweet and slow caresses, I want the hard fucking that would leave me aching for days on end. I want to hear throaty moans and raspy shouts.

I've had a battery-operated boyfriend for the past 5 years and it does more good to me than my prick of an ex-husband if we're being honest. I'm still craving for a well hung lad though, nothing beats the elementary kind of fucking.

The kind of intimate scene that I enjoy the most is when a man starts to kiss me while we're in front of a mirror. You'd surely hear me softly gasp once you slowly undress me while looking at me intently.

I listen to podcasts when I don't want my eyes to get tired from looking at the screen for too long and when I want to learn more about sex and other stuffs. If I'm not with my phone, I'm reading a book while drinking coffee.

You don't need to bother giving me the hug with a pat on the back nor the "London Bridge" hug. You can freely give me the one-handed hug and the naughty hug and I'll be the happiest lass. Bonus point if there's French Kiss.

"“Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.” - Cecel...