I could be needy if I have not been sexually satisfied for a long time. Getting to the point that even my hands and toys no longer help me with the ache between my thighs. Hoping that a bloke would leave me a message sooner rather than later.

I consider myself as a personal toy that can be fucked, dribbled, and whatnot whenever a lad's extremely randy. I may have a hectic schedule once in a while, but I love adding shagging to my already busy schedule.

What brought me here is my vivid sex dream which is hard to forget. I dreamt that I was in this playroom I've never seen before. It's better than the Fifty Shades of Grey's. I had my back against the door when strong hands suddenly pinned me against ...

I can't help but feel a little bit offended when a lad reads this but doesn't send me anything. I mean, what's stopping you from sending me a message? Am I not that attractive for you? Or maybe you find me a bit intimidating or something.

My favourite colour is yellow, reminds me of sunshine and I associate it with happy feelings. Sex during the late afternoons is the best time. Seeing my partner's skin bathed in yellow tones and observing how their body moves in response to my stroke...