I masturbate when I am happy. I also do the same thing when I am sad. As you can see, I always find a reason to touch myself. Playing with my pussy has become one of the most enjoyable activities in my life. However, things are starting to feel borin...

Tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, wearing red lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. I paint a pretty picture, don't I? Now imagine me rubbing my legs together and begging for your cock, does that peak your interest, luv?

I care about my face. I like it soft like the baby's skin. I have started a skin care routine which I do every night. It takes me an hour or so. It's worth my time and effort. I should build a daytime regimen next time.

I made a few sex tapes way back when I was stuck in a dead-end job and needed a way to release all the stress I felt. I know I still have it in my closet, in a box sealed with caution tape. Most of them were me wanking and squirting all over my sheet...

The process of making a full English breakfast is therapeutic for me. It brings me joy like no other, I take my time and savour the flavours rather than eat like a rabid dog. I have always kept my poise unless it's behind closed bedroom doors.

Men are so self-conscious when it comes to making sounds during sex, especially those who are in their 20's. I would love to hear their moans and groans when we're fucking. It makes me randier and try to shag them harder.