HisCoyMistress

I aim to respond to messages within the hour 6am-10pm weekdays and 6am-2am on days where I am advertised as playing! Despite having no feedback I have previously delved into this sector...... just re-joined. I love intimacy and offer a sensual and passionate girlfriend experience. Very open minded to all desires and fetishes. I can be vanilla or very very naughty! Prices include oral with protection, kissing, and penetration with protection. Should you desire anal and other fun listed on my list, these are at my discretion, but I rarely say no..... I can travel but expenses of £1.50 per mile each way to be paid prior to setting off. For example, for a 60 mile round trip it would be £90 for petrol and time. Payment is via bank payment or Amazon voucher to email address. I have toys including vibrators, hand cuffs, mini whip, strap-on, arm and leg bed restraints, vibrating butt plug, nipple clamps and eye mask. Lingerie, clothing and style options are as follows: high heels, over the knee black boots, red 1950s style heels, wife-next-door look (innocent look, long dress), secretary (glasses too if desired), short tartan skirt with white mini top, black PVC body with zip to allow for penetration, short black mini skirt, 1950s style dresses (tight black or tight white), red bra and thong, black baby doll camisole with black french knickers, cream baby doll camisole with cream thong, short summer dress, cream silky bra and thong, knee length wifey style silky black underdress, suspenders and stockings, red leather bra I love to massage. Life is for experiencing pleasure. So let the fun begin x 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.