Imogen

I grew up in a small flat in south London where my mum still keeps my old hockey stick behind the sofa. I am twenty-two and I do a bit of freelance modeling and content work from my bedroom and the occasional hotel. My days are split between shoots, coffee runs, and waiting for my phone to buzz with the right name. I have a soft spot for being called Imogen when someone is being especially sweet or especially filthy. I get restless in the evenings, the kind of restless that has me walking around my flat in just a t-shirt, rereading old messages and wondering if you are thinking about me too. I am the girl who will send you a photo from my kitchen at two in the morning because I cannot sleep and the light is hitting my thighs in a way I know you would like. I want someone who can keep up with my teasing but still makes me feel wanted when I get quiet. I like being looked at, being told exactly what you want to do to me, and hearing my name in your voice when you are close. If you are patient and a little greedy I will give you more than you asked for.