Chains and whips. Stockings and leather. Corsets and lingerie. All of these things excite me. What type of woman am I? Well, I am the special kind who can fuck a bloke into submission or get fucked until I can't scream in pleasure anymore.

I'm bloody thirsty for thick milk to be showered upon my face all the way down to my supple neck. I'd be stoked if we can make it happen the soonest possible time; otherwise, I'd definitely go wild craving for it.

Let us have a nice and long conversation about how hard it is to open up to someone you just met. I know that it might be awkward at first. However, the sooner we throw our awkwardness out of the window, the sooner you get to enter my backdoor.

Though I am content with my life overall, I can't help but crave for something more when it comes to sex. Yes, I like using my toys and hands, but feeling a bloke pressed up against me while he fucks my arsehole is irreplaceable.

Adventurous both inside and outside the bedroom. I won't complain if asked to bend over and lift my skirt up or pull my pants down in a dodgy alley. I am thrilled by the thought of getting caught or maybe being silently watched.