In my entire life, I haven't been with someone who has what it takes to make me cum multiple times. I am not sure why that's the case but I guess it is either they are not really good at bed or I am just hard to be pleased.

Whenever a lad hits up on me and asks me where I came from, I always tell them I came from a floating island in Gulliver's Travels. They laugh. Those little bastards don't know it's Laputa. Guess I'll have to change my address, whaddya think?

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.

Snogging and having a leg over in the car while a lovely music is on sends me on cloud 9. It's what I call the feeling of reaching ecstasy - that moment when I forget who I am and I just want to have more.

Soaking in the tub at the end of a trying day will always make the stress I feel go away. My mind starts to wander to more naughty activities whenever I start scrubbing myself down. Wishing it would be a younger bloke's hand caressing me.

I used to be the kind of lass who doesn't care even though she's single and alone. But as time flew, I realized that being single is actually so sad because I don't have someone to talk to, to touch, and of course, to fuck.