I'm a clean person. I have a lot of alcohol, wipes, and sanitizer that I use at home and when I go out. But I don't want to consider myself as person with OCD. Being clean and neat is natural I suppose, and there's nothing wrong with it.

If I had superpowers, I'd create a whole new world where I'm the only rose among the thorns. With my powers, I'd pick the most attractive men and separate them from the rest. After that, I'd make them immortal, so we can shag forever.

I fancy all kinds of activities involving outdoors and nature. I love hiking, trailing, and diving. The sense of accomplishment I get every time I reach the bottom of the sea or the peak of a mountain replenishes my lost energy and fills me with vigo...

I have a tickle behind my lugholes. That is why if you whisper soft words into, I will love it because it will make my body shiver. Just searching for that man who is a sweet talker. Makes me wet myself, and that simply turns me on.

To give a great blowjob while a man's fingers are drilling me creates magic that has the power to send me to the world full of lusts. This intimate moment clouds my mind with filthy thoughts I should do with a man.

It's difficult to play with my aching quim because I have a flatmate. I tend to be loud when I start to feel bloody good, and get louder when I'm close to cumming. I wonder what would be a good solution to my predicament, any suggestions?