Drinking on Saturdays. Shagging someone who's dishy. Fantasising while watching erotic videos. These are three activities that has been routinary. I'm happy with my choices. They make me full of beans all the time.

I'm full of beans whether a certain day looks gloomy. I never allow myself to be affected by external factors around me. To me, every day is a beautiful day. And I consider it incredible if a lad grinds me for hours.

Thick thighs wrapped in leather thighs, now that would be a delicious sight to see indeed. Just thinking about it makes my cunt ache. Partner that with a suit jacket slightly long hair and I will surely fall to my knees just to suck that bloke's cock...

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.

A career-driven bloke who turns into my playtoy as soon as the necktie comes off, that's who I crave to be with. I guide them by taking control of their pleasure, it's their way of relieving tension and being free from other responsibilities.

Mates say that I have a piss poor sense of humour for laughing at the most inappropriate times. But there are just some things in life that you need to inject some humour into in order to cope with the situation. Do you feel the same way?