I have my own life. I'm used to doing things on my own. Somehow, the reality hit me. From time to time, I desire to be dribbled, to be thrown to the couch, and to be pounded by a savage attractive man.

I don't wear anything aside from my outer clothes. And at home, when my parents are out, I bring blokes because I love multiple sex partners. I'm never satisfied with just one penis. Life is dull if only one appears at my doorstep.

I don't call myself as submissive. I describe "me" as someone who's obedient. I'll do exactly as you say if that means we can have sex until we're exhausted. I have strong libido, and I would be disappointed if we stop after one round.

I've collected a lot of items through the years, my favourite would be the leather sex paraphernalia in the special trunk tucked away in my closet. I'm still waiting for the right lad to come along and use them on me.

Dressing up men in pretty lingerie is a fantasy that has always been just that, a fantasy. After all these years I'm still looking for fit blokes who love to be praised and aren't put off when I call them "pretty" or "lovely". I just want to worship ...

People say that I have a strong personality, and they're right. I take control even in bed. I'm dominant who loves BDSM so much I tie and blindfold a handsome bloke. I'm not afraid to do the spanking when I'm about to reach the climax.