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.

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.

I drool if I see a fine man's bollocks. The next thing that I do, I lick those bollocks like a hungry hot beast. It's lovely to hear a guy groan out of pleasure. Hearing a guy moan makes me soaking wet.

Sometimes I am not sure if I am just bored or plain horny. There's this strange itch inside me that makes me want to look for a man who can scratch it for me. I am not looking for anything in particular. He just needs to have a huge cock that can rea...

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?

You don't need to bother giving me the hug with a pat on the back nor the "London Bridge" hug. You can freely give me the one-handed hug and the naughty hug and I'll be the happiest lass. Bonus point if there's French Kiss.