Many men are enchanted my by mesmerising eyes. I can hear them gasp as I pass by the street or when riding the tube. I can't blame them, can't I? But, I'm not the typical lass who shags with anyone without the getting to know part.

I believe that I can consider myself as a pearl in the ocean. I am truly wanted by many and when they finally get their hands on me, they treat me in the most special and precious ways. I'm also like a pearl because my skin is clean, soft, and smooth...

I have this fantasy that I've been meaning to try out but can't seem to find a bloke to do it with. It involves a leather corset, lacy stockings, and a gag ball. The catch is that I'm not the one who's going to wear them. Any volunteers?

"I admire tall buildings or the skyscrapers. How is it that they seem to be amused looking at me with their head bent? Maybe they adore me too? Oh, such a silly thing to say. Fairy tales must have influenced me so much to think of such thing. How...

Self-assured men turn me on and drive me wild under the sheets. It’s just that when a man is nothing but sure about himself, his actions will always reflect on it. And I’m always drawn to the kind of man, all the time.

When I was younger, I wished to become a doctor because I thought that wearing a white coat was something great. But due to unforeseen circumstances, I did not pursue being a doctor. However, despite that, I still get to wear a white coat especially ...