Having a man who looks at me like he wants to rip my clothes off is such a great sight to behold. It only means one thing, he'd always want to be with me instead of his friends because I'm the one who can send him to the moon.

Father Time is slowly catching up on me. I am beginning to be scared, and at the same time, desperate. I don't want to grow old alone, with no one to fuck me every time I feel the urge. I hope I can find a decent man as soon as possible.

I may be a lady who's on the pull but I guarantee that I wouldn't do anything harmful to a bloke just to get what I want. I may be hungry for sex but I promise that I'm still a kind human being who knows her bounds and limitations.

If you are just like me who is into kissing, then maybe you are already the bloke I have been looking for. I can't really explain why but there is something about kissing that makes me quite addicted to it.

I feel like I'm wasting my time waiting for my king. As his queen, I should try to make a move hoping that we'll soon meet. So here I am. I have a strong feeling that we're going to have a cheesy conversation soon.

People think that it's rude when women only want to be with men who are handsome and have great looks. Well, they can't blame us if appearance matters. I will not lower my standards or compromise for someone who doesn't pass my requirements. I mean, ...