A strong man attracts me. He walks confidently, and it seems that nothing can stop him from doing what he wants. That's my type. And I like to play a damsel in distress, a sexy one who'll turn him on.

I taste like honey that gives men forever joy once their demanding lips touch me. I have fresh, sweet scent waiting to be savored by a gent. Through my natural sugary flavor, a man is sure to walk on air after having me.

Some people don't like me because I don't smile often. I've been told that I have a mysterious look. I look like I'm up to something even when I'm not. Why people these days so quick to judge?

I'm lustful, don't be fooled by the angelic chevy chase. Cause let me tell yah that I have a sadistic side, I'll only show it if yah allow me too.

Almost all of my closest friends are either engaged or married already. And then there's me who is still afraid of falling in love and being committed to one lad. With that, I don't plan on falling in love soon. Instead, I plan on finding someone who...

I'm not a fragile glass you need to handle with care. Hit me. Fuck me with your four fingers. Tie me. Throw me. Treat me as a tart. Suck me all you want. I'll moan for you. I'll squirt for you. I won't fake anything.