So many men these days claim to be a full box of chocolates, but when's it's time to open the box, you will see nothing but chewy candy. I guess it's my mind's way of telling me that I deserve the sweetest and the best.

Hope you don't mind a lass who loves putting her arms around your neck. When I do that, it's a secret code for "I'd want you to shag me tonight". I won't be ashamed to admit that I'm a pillow princess.

All my hope is in sex. Yesterday's gone. Today is the present. Yet what my soul says won't change: my hope is in sex and will always be. To be sprinkled with cum and to be fucked hard are irreplaceable.

I want to escape the real world, and go to a different world where flirting and having sex is not seen as immoral. I'd be chuffed if a bloke can lick my arse any time or if he can drink from my strawberry creams.

I prefer a more relaxed and casual environment, where conversation can flow like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had. If you are intrigued then step up and send me a message.

I am completely knackered of always being the second choice. For once in my life, I would like to be the first. I would grateful if there's a man here who will see me as his priority and not an option when he has no other choice.