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It blows me away looking at someone wanking. I could feel that there's this force pushing me and telling me to suck this bloke's penis like a slag. It feels so good sucking his penis down my throat and taking every liquid as he moans.

I grew up reading or listening to fairytales which may explain why I had high standards when I started dating blokes. These days I just want to have a dick in my sopping quim as much as I can. Not that I lowered my standards, more of being realistic.

It's embarrassing to admit but I still have my collection of Winnie the Pooh plushies on my shelves. I've had them since I was a little girl and could not fathom having to part with them. Though they also have witness a lot of my cheeky deeds, but th...

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.

Nothing turns me on like the thoughts of getting covered in scratches, hickeys, bites, and waking up the next day aching all over. If I had those then that would have meant that the fucking session the night before was delicious as fuck.

Going on a long ride... Endless eating and chatting... Shagging during early mornings... Watching 2-3 movies in a day while sipping a cup of coffee... Listening to the music, mostly Ed Sheeran's songs...

Honest. I'm not used to lying. If you ask where I've been the whole day, I'd tell you the truth. Sweet. I give lots of hugs from behind and gentle kisses in the morning. And I prepare breakfast in bed.