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.

Nipple clamps, riding crops, whips, cuffs, the whole works, I want that kind of fucking. Something that would leave my thighs aching from being spread the whole night. I want the pleasure to mix in with the pain.

My desire for sex keeps getting stronger each day. I dread the day when I'd be tempted to go out on the streets and pull a nice looking bloke into my flat. To prevent that embarrassing situation from happening, someone should make me soaking wet here...

I like how some pasta can be curly while others are straight. It's like sex. You either go in circles or go straight to your destination. If you ask me, I'd say I like both. Same shapes and pounding can be boring.

I adore The Beatles with all my heart! I know I am young but I grew up to their music and have not strayed since. It's a shame that I was born on the wrong era. Though I feel the same thrill when I'm with a gent who knows which strings to pull.

I have dozens upon dozens of stockings in my possession yet I still buy more. I just love how they feel against my soft skin, especially when I feel hands caressing them with wicked intentions. I have lacy ones, striped ones, nylons, and just about e...