NO HIDDEN COSTS! Experience an erotic, classy, sensual experience. Natural, not robotic. Real - not fake. To please is what gives me pleasure….. All natural - breasts 36B, no lip fillers, no botox, no fake lashes or orange skin. 5ft 5, 'dirty' blonde hair, green eyes, slim. I enjoy the girlfriend/boyfriend experience. Lunch/brew dates possible at reduced rates. WHAT IS YOUR DESIRE? BUTTER WOULDN'T MELT-----long mumsy dress, glasses, hair tied up/down, plain make up, 'vanilla' lingerie/nightdress or slutty underwear underneath. Come and take advantage of me...... I will be totally submissive..... you could train me to be your slut. SECRETARY-----blouse, long skirt, glasses, plain or sexy makeup, hair up/down, stockings and suspenders, slutty underwear. Punish me for making mistakes.... bend me over your knee and whip me. DOMINATRIX-----I can punish YOU using verbal insults/whips etc whilst I wear my black PVC catsuit. OUTSIDE FUN----- summer is upon us! I love having sex in fields/forests/anywhere outdoors! Crazier the better..... TOYS----- prostate massager, butt plug, whip, blindfold, nipple clamps, cable ties, handcuffs FETISHES/IDEAS If you have any requests/fetishes PLEASE don't hesitate to run them by me. Nothing could offend me and I wouldn't ever judge! This is about having fun and doing what is desired..... I have a humiliation/domination checklist available on request. Formerly Scarletta before I had my wings clipped…… TO HIS COY MISTRESS - By Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Through the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.