Drinking on Saturdays. Shagging someone who's dishy. Fantasising while watching erotic videos. These are three activities that has been routinary. I'm happy with my choices. They make me full of beans all the time.

Mimosas in the morning is the right way to start it. I know that cuppa is more ideal but who would turn down a bubbly and citrusy concoction of delight? It's like telling a dishy bloke to shove off when he offers a good shag. A lass like me will say ...

I've worked at one of the local theaters in our area when I was younger, and I can't even begin to tell you just how many people I've caught shagging in the bathrooms and janitor closets. Some I even found snogging in the alcoves. I envy them even as...

Nipple clamps, riding crops, whips, cuffs, the whole works, I want that kind of fucking. Something that would leave my thighs aching from being spread the whole night. I want the pleasure to mix in with the pain.

All of my erogenous zones are Hank Marvin. They long to be caressed and sucked by a fine lad, who has an uncontrollable desire for sex. I'm fond of experiencing steamy sex or the kind of sex that makes me hot all over.

Lacy lingerie against the skin makes me feel sexy and feminine. It also sparks my salacious fantasies of having a buff bloke pick me up, throw me on top of the bed, and slowly take off my knickers using only their teeth.