Craving for a hot romance, I order drinks in a pub where my eyes can wander to the types of men my fanny want to take home. Usually, they're the ones with hairy chest and deep blue eyes. Their qualities ignite the fire that's within me.

Whenever I go into films without too many people around, I always thought about how sexy it will be to have a lustful moment in that place. Then we'll get back to watching the film and act as nothing happened. It has actually become a recurring fanta...

This maybe an overstatement, but I forget my name when a lad pulls my hair while grinding inside me. Some men are afraid of going overboard because they think that every woman is the same. The thing is I'm not every woman.

People think that it's rude when women only want to be with men who are handsome and have great looks. Well, they can't blame us if appearance matters. I will not lower my standards or compromise for someone who doesn't pass my requirements. I mean, ...

My body may not be model material anymore but I still have the talent to make a bloke cum down my throat. I always get randy whenever I give blowjobs, I end up with soaked knickers and an aching cunt that has been begging for a good fucking.

Snogging in a dodgy alley behind the pub used to be the most common way I'd end my Saturday nights during my years in uni and then some. They seem like distant memories now but I'm ready to take on flirting with lads, maybe I can pull them like I use...