As what you've already predicted, I have a lot of naughty thoughts that haunt me in my sleep. Wet dreams disturb me in the wee hours of the night and my fanny releases wet jelly waiting to be tasted by a soft mouth.

Sex after three dates is just plain bullocks. Never liked it and never followed it. If I want to shag a gent right after we meet then I will, nothing wrong with a good romp in the sheets to make me memorable.

I'm not easily cheesed of by the weather as most people are. What's important for me is having a snog in a chock-a-block. Public shows are fantastic, and I'm always chuffed by it. People may think that what we're doing is a codswallop, but it's not, ...

I am the person that my mates would go to when they need comforting. I want a bloke who would be comfortable with sharing their troubles with me. No need to hide or pretend to be tough around me, I'm not the type to judge.

Recently gotten into writing smutty fanfiction. Not the best past time according to a few mates but it's bloody fun so I'll keep at it. So far the shagging is kept to the fictional realm but I hope someone plans to rectify that soon.

Let's not talk about me, rather I want you to picture me in a tight blouse, buttons barely keeping it closed and tits about to spilling-out. A black pencil skirt, so form-fitting that when I turn around you can see how perky and supple my arse is. Re...