When I go to bed, I always end up imagining that Lucy Thorne is straddling me. She is gazing at me with a teasing look in her eyes. I watch as the fiery redhead begins to play with herself and I begin to feel that throbbing ache in my centre. It’s at that moment that my mind is snapped back to attention and I realise how wet I am. Maybe I should go back into my fantasy and ask luscious Lucy if she wouldn’t mind eating me out.

Confession by @leave-it-to-the-saints