Tea is my first love. I can drink eight cups of tea with lots of milk while eating an egg and cress club sandwich filled with mayonnaise, mashed hard-boiled eggs, and cheese or dunking biscuits into my tea.

Graphic designer and a video editor. I work at home, so it's quiet and lonely. I want my life to be seasoned with the best spices in the world. My fanny is literally complaining for my lack of getting off with a fit bloke.

I wish I could control myself from having lots of wild thoughts when I see a man. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so bloody thirsty every time. Is there someone who can quench my thirst here or should I search somewhere?

When I was younger, my cunt have been ripped apart by savage men. I miss those days. I miss being harrassed while in public. I miss their filthy whispers. I wish I could experience it one last time before my bones become weak.

I'm not fascinated when men only appreciate me because of my big baps. I'd be happier if a bloke sees me beyond that. To have a bloke who sees me as a mature lass willing to love and be loved in return is priceless.

If you would like to get inside my pants, you just have to do one thing and that would be to tell me how hungry you are for me. If I am satisfied with your answer, then you're going to have access to my fanny before you can say knife.