At first glance, I’m the girl you would want to take to your mother. You’d think I'm “sweet and harmless." A bit nerdy. Not someone you’d expect to be a fun fling. You’d be half-right. Perhaps that’s why I was untouched until my mid-twenties. Prudish, shy, that good girl in your class who would remind the teacher of the test she forgot. Now I’m a walking contradiction: polite smile, filthy mind; good-girl cardigan, red-lipstick urges; awkward first impression, dark urges that you can’t keep up with. Meet me at a book-shop and you’ll swear I’m harmless, even a bit naïve. Take me home and you probably won't sleep much. 😈

You don’t get to see my face and my naked pussy/ass are worth wayyyy more than you can afford, so don’t bother. I might at some point decide to let a very privileged few have a glimpse. Every breast-bounce, every nipple shadow, every whispered “stroke for me” is a stolen secret that you get to share, as long as you stay on my good side.

I love hosiery, corsets, lace, and all that good stuff that can make you look as prim and proper, or as deviant and naughty, as you want. I have always wanted to cosplay. Maybe the perfect occasion will show up here, who knows? Currently, I am experimenting with the art of JOI.

The most important rule: I don’t belong to anyone. Not as a sub, not as a pet, not even as your goddess. If you attempt to tame me, I will always outsmart you while smiling sweetly to your face. Think you’re the exception? Try... if you dare. 💋