Playing the piano has been my outlet when I feel lonely from not being watered. A simple tap of my fingers on the keys send me to a different state, making me forget my cravings for sex. This place is another outlet too. A good one.

Some say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I beg to disagree, honey. Man shall not live by bread alone. There should be nights full of naughtiness. After all, we all need to fill an empty void through sexual pleasures.

Admitting when I'm wrong is never going to be an issue. I'd rather talk things out calmly and learn from my mistakes rather than be stubborn or prideful. I expect the same courtesy from the blokes I'm with. And maybe after reaching an agreement, I wo...

I have to admit that I can't help but beat the beans as soon as I hear my neighbours shagging and talking dirty to each other. Their conversations are really hot, making me randy, so you can't blame me if I have to beat the beans and use my sex toys ...

If I have the opportunity to change something in my body, I will choose to not change anything. And that's because I am already contented with my luscious body. I am also confident that my perky thrupney bits and firm bum are already fantastic enough...

Got married quite young but didn't last long. Left his sorry arse and am looking for more satisfying adventures. Also want to take back the opportunities that I missed just because I was daft enough to get tied down. Help a gal out?