When I was younger, I believed in fairytales and in love. But as I became older, I realized that those two are full of shit. No, I am not bitter. I guess now I just know better than to be deceived by love.

"There were nights when the wind was so cold." "There were days when the sun was so cruel." But... "There were moments of gold and there were flashes of light." Life's like that. Trying to achieve the latter now, but I need a partner.

Wears big glasses when I'm out of my mind. Wears skinny jeans, tight shirt, short skirts. Wears lingerie when I'm in the mood to flirt. Flips her hair unconsciously. Don't take it as flirting. It's natural for women to do it.

Hanging around in the university library has become a habit of mine. Not to study, rather to scope out the dashing gents who come and go. Picking one out to drag into the secluded shelves and snog him senseless before walking away like nothing happen...

I want pizza, pasta, chicken wings and chocolates right now. But on top of it all, my body is craving some wild and steamy sex. If you want to know how nasty and dirty my mind can be, convince me now to talk to you.

My husband is this bleedin' busy man. Who isn't gaffe much, and is gaffe for only a few days. He is knackered most of the time. Can ye help me out? All I'm looking 4 is a short time mafted -fun, aka leg over. I don't want him finding out, so let's be...