Nobody's perfect. We all make mistakes; we have flaws. But this is not a valid excuse for a man to talk dirty to a young lady he meets in the street. Having values, I look up to men who plays the role of a gentleman before showing their wild facade.

My humour is starting to become as dry as my cunt. It's been a long time since I fucked a man who can make me laugh. I know that these two things may appear to be worlds apart from each other. However, happiness and satisfaction come hand-in-hand. I ...

Drinking on Saturdays. Shagging someone who's dishy. Fantasising while watching erotic videos. These are three activities that has been routinary. I'm happy with my choices. They make me full of beans all the time.

I mainly dress for myself. I don't dress to impress. While I said that, I have no problem dressing up for someone special and to make him swoon over me. It's priceless when you see a man swoon with delight with how I look.

I was born to be generous to people from all walks of life. There's no selfishness in my heart, so I think it's not too much to ask for a man to be like that. I have deep admiration for men who takes but also gives, most especially when we are in bed...

Lives in reality. I'm not in search of a prince or knight in shining armour who'll offer me a grand life. I'm not Cinderella, and I'll never be. I'm a simple lass hoping to meet a bloke who's good in bed.