It's that time of year again—flowers are blooming, chocolate eggs are multiplying, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear the faint squeak of bunny ears being adjusted. Yes, folks, Easter is here… and so is my Easter Bunny outfit.

I'm not saying I've gone all out, but let's just say if there were an Olympic event for festive enthusiasm, I'd be hopping away with gold. My ears stand tall with pride, my fluffy tail bounces with purpose, and the pastel color coordination? Immaculate.

Now, I'm not entirely sure what kind of Easter celebrations the neighbourhood expected, but I'm confident they weren't ready for the full bunny glamour I'm bringing to the streets. You're welcome in advance, neighbours.

Between egg hunts, chocolate comas, and confused dogs barking at me through fences, I think we can all agree—I've got myself in the true spirit of Easter. Festive, fabulous, and just the right amount of ridiculous.

So if you see a blur of fluff and sparkle skipping down the pavement… it's not a hallucination. It's just your local bunny, spreading joy (and maybe a little glitter)

Hoppy Easter, everyone!

Happy Easter guys! 🐰❤️🐣

My bottom needs some attention 🍆🍑

Well, guys, we did it. We survived another winter. The frost, the darkness, the soul-destroying act of putting on seven layers just to take the bins out—it’s all coming to an end. Today is the last day of winter, and I, for one, am ready to YEET my woolly socks into the abyss and embrace the sunshine like a sunflower with questionable morals.

That’s right. Spring means one thing: I’m getting back in my garden, and I am doing it naked.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: But what about the neighbours? To which I say…exactly. Nothing says “welcome to spring” like giving the people next door a reason to put their binoculars to good use. Last year, my alfresco sunbathing led to some delightful moments. The gas meter reader left my bill by the gate instead of knocking. The neighbour developed a sudden interest in my fence. And best of all? The guy across the street started watering his plants twice a day.

And this year? Maybe I’ll take it up a notch. Maybe a little outdoor camming session, just like last summer. What’s the point of sunshine if I’m not using it to glow for an audience, right? Natural lighting does wonders, and let’s be honest who needs studio lights when you’ve got the actual sun?

So here’s to spring. Here’s to warmer days, happier moods, and a whole lot of Vitamin D….both kinds. Winter, you’ve been cold and cruel, but I won’t miss you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some very important sunscreen application to attend to.

Cheers to sunshine and questionable life choices!

Kisses L xx

Naughty, live blow job show tonight @10pm 🍆💋 come watch me play 💄❤️

Very wet this morning 🍆💋💦

Online and ready to be naughty ❤️💋🍆

Who's around later? I'll be online from 6pm til late 🤭🤭💋

Hey guys 💋❤️ How are you all? I'm just gonna talk about one of my pet hates on here!! 🥸🤯 Let me set the scene. You're hosting a friendly little chat room, ready for some good conversation. The vibes are immaculate. The mood is chill. And then…
BOOM.
A man enters. The camera turns on. And suddenly, there it is—the face. Or should I say, a quarter of the face. Specifically, his eyes.

No "hello," no "how are you," no sign that he's capable of human speech. Just unblinking, all-consuming eye contact with the webcam like he's trying to look through to my soul!!

Why do they do this? Is there a secret handbook titled "Creepy Webcam Techniques 101" that I'm unaware of? Are they testing their cameras, like:
"Yep, it works! Look at my eyelashes in HD!"
Or is this just their way of saying, "I'm here, I exist, but I refuse to engage like a normal person?"

And let's talk about proximity for a second. The closeness is alarming. Do they not realize that their camera isn't a magnifying glass? I can count the number of pores on their nose. They're so close I'm half-expecting to see their thoughts materialize as subtitles on their forehead.

But the kicker? They say nothing. Not a peep. Just…staring. Like they're auditioning to be the villain in a low-budget horror movie called "The Webcam Watcher."

To all the eyeball enthusiasts out there: I beg you. Take a step back. Maybe sit in a chair. And speak. A little "hi" or "how's it going" wouldn't hurt. I promise, the goal of a chat room is not to recreate the feeling of being watched by a lifeless wax figure.

So next time you turn on your cam, please don't make it a staring contest. Let's talk, let's laugh, let's connect. Or at the very least, let me see more of your face than just your corneas.

Sincerely,
A girl trying to have naughty conversations and not eye exams 😈

Online now ❤️❤️