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Playing the piano has been my outlet when I feel lonely from not being watered. A simple tap of my fingers on the keys send me to a different state, making me forget my cravings for sex. This place is another outlet too. A good one.

I'm not a deity nor a queen. I have no superpowers nor a golden crown with precious, rare diamonds. What I can only offer is my too horny pussy with oozing sweet juices and my nipples that get hard with just one touch.

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.

There are times when I get sad without any reason at all and when those times happen, I usually touch my axe wound in order to compensate for my sadness. And to be honest, it actually works most of the time! So, whenever I get sad, I guess you alread...

Rough, aggressive, a touch violent, and animalistic. The type of sex that would leave me bones yet still craving for more. A young man who can show me that I did not lose the fire despite the years that have passed.

Suggesting to play roles in bed is the quickest way to get my cunt ache. I am not sure why pretending to be another person gets me randy, maybe it's because of all the porn I've watched. Either way, I want a bloke who I could think on their feet and ...

I may be too horny as I have wild dreams every night I close my eyes to sleep. These dreams have been tormenting my body and soul, especially my tight pussy. Every day, I seek to have sex full of spices.