Whenever a lad hits up on me and asks me where I came from, I always tell them I came from a floating island in Gulliver's Travels. They laugh. Those little bastards don't know it's Laputa. Guess I'll have to change my address, whaddya think?

I can't live without these: 1. Having a man grind hard deep within my core. 2. Snogging while watching the telly. 3. Drinking scrummy string of pearls. 4. Laughing at cool stuff. 5. Sightseeing. 6. Journaling. 7. Gardening. Sexting"

The time has come for me to finally get out of my comfort zone and do something I've never done before. I had been content with having romantic sex that I didn't have a chance to be bolder than one would imagine.

Treat me like I am young again, and fuck me like you don't give a damn about my body. I miss the days when men go after me everywhere I went. I feel like I might need to beg to be fucked nowadays because only a handful of men knows the real pleasure ...

I want someone to hold me and scratch my head as he tells me that he wants me while looking intensely at me. Having such a man who is not afraid to show his sexual feelings to me is a precious gem - a gem that has to be treasured.

Stripping in front of a bloke, feeling their electric gaze rake up and down my body, makes me feel alive. I am fond of putting on shows for my partners as a form of foreplay. Shagging gets more delicious when you sprinkle in anticipation.