The thought of looking back on my life and sadly asking myself: “why didn't I try that sooner? would be absolutely devastating to me. Happy to chat and do just those things that are mutual.

Even though I like to party every now and then, I still crave that kind of relationship where we can simply sit down and laugh all day eating takeaway food from McDonald’s after a night out.

The only thing that I love more than coffee is rough sex. I love the feeling of my hair being pulled and my booty being hardly spanked. For me, there are no feelings in the world better than being dominated and mistreated.

It's been a thing that men wear grey sweatpants anywhere. Are those blessings in disguise or what? Any woman who sees a man wearing those automatically thinks of his cock and I'm no exception. If I can, I would watch it all day.