About
Just a curious bunny looking for adventures. Right now I am a work in progress and am slowly learning all about myself. I thought I was a pretty simple girl, but it seems that I have a lot of kinks and fetishes to explore, and others that I've learned have turned me on! Bukakke, piss play, pet play, anal, some non-extreme pain play, boot/shoe worship, bondage and bdsm. I love writing stories about my adventure and about the things that turn me on. Mostly, I write to get myself and others off, so if you're looking for a literary masterpiece, go read Violet Vixen or CuriousAnnie or DeviantSusie's stories. If you just want to cum, hopefully I can do it for you!
I tend to be playful and love to chat and flirt with both guys and girls although I am not looking to get serious with anyone here especially since I have a Miss who looks out for me and holds me accountable (and threatens to whore me out from time to time. Or at least I think they are threats).
Interests
Hockey. Sex. Nature. Travel. Reading. Writing. Adventure.
Favorite Books
Wild: From lost to found on the Pacific Crest Trail, Outlander
Favorite Authors
Melanie Karsak, Ransome Riggs, Madeleine Roux
Favorite Movies
Wild, Under the Tuscan Sun, Mystery Alaska, The Princess Bride, Across the Universe.
Favorite TV Shows
Nature Documentaries, especially the David Attenborough one. Televised Hockey games. " src="/images/emoticons/smile_regular.gif">
Favorite Music
Rock and Roll, Pop, Dance Music, Folk, Country. Taylor Swift. Billie Eilish.
Eventually, I decided that my little adventure, even though it had seemed real to me at the time, had to have been a dream since no one else on the yacht seemed to recall being forced to pleasure a Goddess or being turned into pigs. I decided to attribute...
This story could start in so many places. The first time I flirted with Oliver at FedEx would have made more sense. Or connecting with Annie over a shared love of writing. Or even talking with Violet about tentacle monsters. Any one of those events would...
It really doesn’t matter how I ended up like this. My hands tied behind my back as I knelt on the bed. Ankles too. I’d been stripped naked before being carried up the stairs and thrown on the bed. Stripped might be too polite a term. My clothes had been...
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