I have my own life. I'm used to doing things on my own. Somehow, the reality hit me. From time to time, I desire to be dribbled, to be thrown to the couch, and to be pounded by a savage attractive man.

Want to gaze at the stars at night. There are so many of them twinkling for us. One day, I'd have sex on a starry night. By then, I'd be named "the woman whose smile can't be erased" or "the hot young lady who had a sizzling hot sex below the stars".

A strong man attracts me. He walks confidently, and it seems that nothing can stop him from doing what he wants. That's my type. And I like to play a damsel in distress, a sexy one who'll turn him on.

If it ain't obvious yet, I do have enormous jubblies and to be honest, it is both a blessing and a curse. Well, having big tits is great especially when you are with a lad who enjoys fondling and sucking them. But the bad part is that I usually have ...

Cleaning the house is my obsession. I feel happy when I see that the floor is so shiny and the rooms smell fresh. I don't hire a tweeny, for I want to do everything by myself. It's also a form of exercise for me.

Lives in reality. I'm not in search of a prince or knight in shining armour who'll offer me a grand life. I'm not Cinderella, and I'll never be. I'm a simple lass hoping to meet a bloke who's good in bed.