My mind is clouded with dirty thoughts that are waiting to be unleashed at the right time with the right bloke. The manky thoughts I have are the reason for my undying wet dreams. If you are as naughty as me, then we should do the right thing. Let's ...

I'm still a working gal, believe it or not, and I supported myself all my life. It recently dawned to me how much time I've spent sitting in an office chair when I could be sitting a lad's lap. I hope it's not too late to be chasing joysticks.

Mimosas in the morning is a blessing in disguise, I have to tell you I would bathe myself in it if I can. What would sound more inviting is having someone lick the drink off of my busty knockers after I "spilled" it down my cleavage.

Popping a bottle of cheap champagne for no apparent reason is one of the simple things that bring me joy. A good shag on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, on the bed, in the shower, or anywhere really, brings me delight and satisfaction.

Furs and silks, now those are just luxurious against the skin-- I've collected quite a number. I would always end up wearing nothing underneath, run my hands all over the clothing to rub it against me more. Recently I wonder what it would feel like t...