Intimate adventures of a single girl in the big city. This is an honest and erotic diary about my ill-fated search for a frog that will actually turn into my Prince. All the kissing, poking and prodding in this mission are duly documented, as is a variety of pond scum, rude awakenings in green and slimy surroundings, and my ever-stronger desire for my own set of tadpoles. Recent dirty bits are "friends only", so you know what you have to do. For older filth, just keep diving down, you know you want to! (Please note, I don't add people who don't write personal stuff, don't have other friends, or just try to peddle Viagra and other crap)
Under topaz London skies I dive into my oasis of blue, surrounded by hunky men in trunks and the odd sun ray. The water calms me and the close-up of ...