Woke up and realized that I'm still single and haven't done it for yonks, let's say been years. I'm not barking or a high maintenance quine. Just a bint who fancies a food-loving and ace man when it comes to shagging. It is also dishy to find a man ...

I am not here for something serious. All I want is to have a man there for me when I feel lonely and horny. Someone who can lend me a helping cock every time my pussy craves to be destroyed by a big and thick one.

While other women are busy working out in the gym to achieve the curves that they can flaunt, I'm busy keeping my brain fit by flipping pages and having abstract thoughts. I'm the kind of a lady who'd choose a man who is into books over a man who has...

Isn't it apparent that I'm a cheeky being? I'm undeniably a playful and naughty dame. I relish submitting to temptations and captivating men. I fancy the excitement of testing authorities, violating the rules and taking risks.

I'm not fascinated when men only appreciate me because of my big baps. I'd be happier if a bloke sees me beyond that. To have a bloke who sees me as a mature lass willing to love and be loved in return is priceless.

I'm happy as a pup with two tails if I receive compliments when I least expect it. To make me stay, shower me with sweet words except the typical "you look lovely" kind of words. Be different, and I'll surely enjoy your company.