Cuffing a bloke to a chair and riding his cock for all it's worth is how I love to shag. None of those sweet and slow caresses, I want the hard fucking that would leave me aching for days on end. I want to hear throaty moans and raspy shouts.

A bloke's natural smell just gets me randy. I steal their shirts and wear them to sleep with nothing else on. Starkers, just a shirt with their manly smell and I'll be set for the night. Sweatshirts are also a favorable alternative.

The naughtiest thing I've done so far is to have a vibrator up my cunt while I'm in the office. I dared myself to keep it in for the whole shift and occasionally turned it on and set on high as the hour struck. I had to keep myself quiet and was blus...

Making breakfast has always brought a smile on my face. For years and years, it has brought mr constant comfort. I wonder how lads would like their brekky in the mornings. Would they like scrambled eggs, served in bed, or would they rather I attend t...