I cannot go a day without fondling myself until I cannot take it anymore and start fingering myself to completion. I am perfectly independent, always have been my whole life. But there comes a time that all a randy lady like me wants is a throbbing d...

A massage while I'm starkers is the reason I wake up happy every day. The pinching, tugging, and kneading on my nipples are erotic which makes me dripping wet. The gentle strokes from a strong hand can all the more add to my wetness.

I've collected a lot of items through the years, my favourite would be the leather sex paraphernalia in the special trunk tucked away in my closet. I'm still waiting for the right lad to come along and use them on me.

A sex addict who has a mind flavored with filthy thoughts. A bright lass with a sweet smile and caring and passionate personalities. A pole dancer who does her moves while naked. A singer with a nightingale's voice.

Snogging in a dodgy alley behind the pub used to be the most common way I'd end my Saturday nights during my years in uni and then some. They seem like distant memories now but I'm ready to take on flirting with lads, maybe I can pull them like I use...

Why shouldn't I introduce myself when all I want is a great shag with the one who's willing? We all came here for that, didn't we? Besides, where's the fun in knowing everything about me before we even exchange messages. Wouldn't it be better if we t...