Don't wear bras when going out. It's true I don't wear anything aside from my shirt paired with my tight trousers. I felt like I couldn't breathe when I used to wear them, so I'm having a break. Besides, it's what you like, don't you?

I've been to a strip club once and it pushed me to learn how to give a good lap dance. I've been at it for a while now and have received positive feedback from my instructors. All I need now is lacy lingerie and some knee-high boots.

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...

A bloke's natural smell just gets me randy. I steal their shirts and wear them to sleep with nothing else on. Starkers, just a shirt with their manly smell and I'll be set for the night. Sweatshirts are also a favorable alternative.

Shagging a total stranger is not something I am opposed to. Rather it's the best way to satisfy my burning itch. Hard fucking, carnal desires, and the guiltless pleasure of spending the night with a dashing bloke.

I know that I may not look like the kind of lady who does deepthroat or maybe the lady who rides on top of a man like a professional rider. But I assure you that I'm not what I look like. I am actually excellent in bed and I promise that you won't be...