Washing cars while I'm in my tight jeans never fails to make every bloke have a proper Vlad. The way they look at me can get in the way most of the time. Because who in the world would let that kind of moment pass anyway?

I may sound desperate, but there is no other way for an old hag such as myself to get a man but to be really desperate. I will be down on my knees if I have to just to experience again the intense sensation of having a man fuck me hard until my body ...

When I was younger, my cunt have been ripped apart by savage men. I miss those days. I miss being harrassed while in public. I miss their filthy whispers. I wish I could experience it one last time before my bones become weak.

Nothing beats spicy chicken wings and a cold bottle of beer after a long tiring day at work. That’s what I always thought off until I figured out that there is a better addition to it. What else could it be than sexual pleasure? Damn, do you think...

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.

The type of man that tickles my senses is like Sherlock in the British crime television series; someone who's mysterious and smart, except his being high-functioning sociopath personality because I'm not interested to be with a cold-hearted bloke.