It blows me away looking at someone wanking. I could feel that there's this force pushing me and telling me to suck this bloke's penis like a slag. It feels so good sucking his penis down my throat and taking every liquid as he moans.

I love sitting my arse down on a plush loveseat that I conveniently placed near the fireplace. I would grab a cuppa or a glass of wine and watch the flames dance around or read a smutty book. I did place a shag rug there whose purpose is as its name ...

The thought of a bloke coming up behind me and making me bend over so they could rub their stiffy against my arse makes me moan out loud. I won't even mind it either if they flip up my skirt and start fingering me until I cum.

I don't talk much to strangers when I'm in pubs because I know that once we have a conversation, I won't be able to control myself from kissing them. This time is the only exception, for we're far from each other. I can feel that I'm going to enjoy c...

The type of man that tickles my senses is like Sherlock in the British crime television series; someone who's mysterious and smart, except his being high-functioning sociopath personality because I'm not interested to be with a cold-hearted bloke.

It would be really great if a hot lady like me would stumble upon a bloke who has overflowing hotness and sexiness. I truly desire someone who can make me wet before I can say knife and who can keep me aroused for the whole night.