A strong man attracts me. He walks confidently, and it seems that nothing can stop him from doing what he wants. That's my type. And I like to play a damsel in distress, a sexy one who'll turn him on.

I would often fantasise about playing with myself while my male mates watch on. Or get fucked hard by a dishy stranger. I'll pretend that I didn't know they were there, moaning and writhing to my heart's content.

I can be playful, but I can be serious at the same time. There's a time to be flirty, and there's a time to rest. Unlike other lasses, I'm not interested in getting off with many chaps every day. That's tiring. Once a week is okay.

You don't need to bother giving me the hug with a pat on the back nor the "London Bridge" hug. You can freely give me the one-handed hug and the naughty hug and I'll be the happiest lass. Bonus point if there's French Kiss.

I'm fond of shopping clothes and sets of make up even if I don't need them. There's pure joy in collecting what you love. I'm an outgoing person who can't stay in her flat for too long, so she goes to shopping centres for what she needs.

It blows me away looking at someone wanking. I could feel that there's this force pushing me and telling me to suck this bloke's penis like a slag. It feels so good sucking his penis down my throat and taking every liquid as he moans.