What instantly makes me weak at the knees? A bloke who has a button up shirt on with the sleeves neatly folded up to his biceps. The sight always makes me lick my lips with hunger. Maybe ask if he could choke me in bed just so I could see his muscles...

I don’t really care about looks nor the wealth that the bloke has. I also do not care about his attitude. The only thing that I care about is the way he will be treating me in the bedroom, in the bathroom, or maybe even in the kitchen counter.

Handcuffs and collars, the top two essentials when it comes to shagging with me. Who will wear it depends on what my partner wants, I'd rather cater to their needs first before moving onto mine. I have no preference, bottom or top, it does not matter...

There's a whore in this house, and that is me-- I am that whore and proud to admit it. I am not here for long term commitments or anything serious. Still young and nowhere near ready to settle down yet.

My favourite colour is yellow, reminds me of sunshine and I associate it with happy feelings. Sex during the late afternoons is the best time. Seeing my partner's skin bathed in yellow tones and observing how their body moves in response to my stroke...