Whenever a lad hits up on me and asks me where I came from, I always tell them I came from a floating island in Gulliver's Travels. They laugh. Those little bastards don't know it's Laputa. Guess I'll have to change my address, whaddya think?

I can't figure out why ladies rebel against me. Is it because I'm flirtatious, good-looking, can maintain a sexy summer figure and men always get paralyzed whenever I wink at them with my sensual glimpse?

Goddess is the term I love to be referred as. I expect to be treated as one too, I am the equivalence of Aphrodite if I do say so myself. I have the beauty, passion to keep a man, and know how to thoroughly pleasure them too. I pay no mind to what ot...

Travelling is lovely. I fancy places with boho feels. It has this comfortable effect, and it makes me forget what the time is and that I'm still on Earth, not in a different dimension. I'm lucky I get to see those places.

I'm a sucker for blokes in dapper suits. Nothing says that they're in command like a blazer and fitting trousers; aside from me getting tied up to the bedposts that is. Bonus would be when they feel good while wearing the suit, nothing beats a man wh...

Nipple clamps, riding crops, whips, cuffs, the whole works, I want that kind of fucking. Something that would leave my thighs aching from being spread the whole night. I want the pleasure to mix in with the pain.