No quickies for me, I want the sensual foreplay and slow fucking. Savouring the moment-- the touch and how it ignites the flames within me. I don't want the casual flings but I don't want to commit myself to just one bloke.

Cuffing a bloke to a chair and riding his cock for all it's worth is how I love to shag. None of those sweet and slow caresses, I want the hard fucking that would leave me aching for days on end. I want to hear throaty moans and raspy shouts.

I like coming home to a clean flat, I am quite the perfectionist which is why clutter is a big no. The only place that I like to get filthy in is on the bed with a fit bloke. Especially if chocolate syrup is involved.

My relationship has always been on the rocks for a while now. We talked it out and agreed to stay in an open relationship before deciding if we're going to call it off or not. Now, who would fancy to show little me what I've been missing out on?

Spotting a man in uniform, even if it's just pretending, makes me randy on another level. Maybe all gals have had the wet dreams of making a dignified gent to fall onto his knees. Or maybe that's just me.

I work hard but play harder. I relish being outdoors, particularly throughout the summertime. Even winter can't make me stay at home. I love food, good company and loud laughter, while downing tequila.